Crisp rays of sun blanketed my small town in North America, chilled winds fluttered by me and left a cold mark on my ragged jacket as I walked on a crumbling uneven sidewalk next to narrow dirt infested road.
Quite frankly town I lived in was poor, most of its people were too. Everything was rusting, crumbling and struggling to keep itself up. Every time you stepped on the sidewalk it creaked and it felt as if it was complaining.
I never had much, overall I felt my life was worthless, I mean – I was smart and clever I guess but personally I just felt I was put on the worst end of the world, my parents were dead, I was poor and all I had consistently – was an unclear future.
Sometimes I imagined I was more than what I thought I was, that I was more than just a waste of oxygen. I would flood my mind with imaginations of me being important, or famous or having some amazing talent but then as always, I would have to open my eyes and let reality consume me and rip me apart.
While these thoughts played in my head a black blur made its way to the far corner of my eye, I turned my head to see a large yet beautiful jet black owl with luring golden brown eyes that were like shimmering perfectly cut diamonds in a trash ridden landfill. The owl stood motionless glaring its stunning eyes directly at me, I didn’t actually feel frighten or even tense at this.
For some reason I felt the owl was examining me, looking at my every thought and exploring my entire past. I didn’t actually know why I thought this, perhaps it was the random flashbacks of past memories or the fact it was becoming increasingly hard to pay attention to my surroundings which were now oblivious to me.
I was still walking on the increasingly uneven cracked sidewalk. Something extremely odd was happening to, It felt as if time changed somehow – something was happening to me, It was becoming harder to focus on anything but the owl.
I was still looking at the owl, then suddenly like a bullet in the dark I hit my head on something, blistering pain ran rampant in my head, black rained across my vision as I felled onto the road, more pain hit my entire body. Every part, edge, and nerve of my body was flooding in knife sharp pain, I heard cars honking endlessly after that.
Suddenly vivid colors filled my eye’s again, I could see people hovering over my head, I tried to speak – I wanted desperately to screech and release everything I was feeling but no words came, only unclear moans.
I felt as if I was falling now, I felt like I was falling into a large black void. My eyesight began to dim. I felt time slow down and almost change. My senses began to retreat, I slowly started to lose the inability to feel while my breathing became heavier yet more desperate. It felt like my body was separating itself from me. My fingers began to lose its already weak grip on my life, I could not hold on anymore – I let go.
I felt like I was moving incredibly fast now while my life on earth slipped away from me and was growing ever farther away. Suddenly an incredible – almost unimaginable shade of black filled my vision. The last thing I saw was a sharp vision of those owls golden brown eyes.
I felt myself hit a smooth floor, I could feel again. I was afraid to open my eyes, afraid to see what I hoped I would not see, I thought I just died, No – I knew I just died. I mustered the courage to slowly open my eyes and reveal to myself where I was.
Instead of seeing the glowing gates of heaven or the fiery blaze of hell I saw nothing but a white void. I swallowed and took a deep breath.
“Is anybody there..?” I whispered. I gathered more courage and spoke a little louder “Is anybody there?”.
“Excuse me?” a voice said.
“Who are you, where am I? I responded in a muffled tone
“This place, The white void your eyes see is an intersection between worlds I suppose,” the voice said.
“Am I dead..?” I said in a nervous voice.
“For now,” The voice said.
“Wha-What do you mean for now?”
“Stand up Adam”
I gathered my energy and stood up shaking. I began to look around the white void,
I saw nothing, I saw no one. “Wait, How do you know my name..?” I said.
The voice did not respond. Suddenly someone in long white clothing with his face
covered by a dark shadow appeared. “Hello, Adam.” the figure said.
“Er, Hello.” I responded tensely then took a deep breath “Are you.. God?”.
“Are you the devil?”
Before I could respond the figure lifted his hand and pointed it at me, he lowered his head slightly and looked directly at me, he then said something in a hushed yet deep voice
I fell to the floor and knife sharp pain re-entered my body. My vision once again began to dim, the feeling in my body began to drift again. A black shade flooded my vision and I once again felt I was floating and drifting in nothingness. Suddenly the owl’s golden brown eyes flickered in my vision and I fell on a wooden floor.
My body ached and complained after the hard fall. My whole body was tense with fear. I was in a dark bedroom that would be the type of room you would find in a mansion.
I just silently sat on a bed and stared at the floor with my empty blue eyes. Somehow I felt as if the pain of death still lingered in me.