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I’ve been dead for a while now.
I cannot remember much about my life. Only glimpses or snippets of things, as if I’m flicking though an old and familiar book with words crossed out and pages torn. A warm smiling face in the sunlight, a big empty house with long corridors, and a cold November day. I’ve long since given up trying to desperately weave together what small fragments of my memory remain, for it is hopeless. It seems I have forgotten nearly everything.
How long have I been like this? How long have I been dead? It is impossible to say. Time has long since left my consciousness, all sense of direction flying away with it. I may have been like this for hundreds of years. I must have been. Mustn’t I?
I do not feel anything. I am numb. But I can still sense that I am something, that perhaps I have limbs or bones. But I cannot move them. I have forgotten how.
No blood runs through my veins, no air is exhaled from my lungs. I'm definitely not living.
I wish I could remember how to open my eyes.
Well this is quite something here. There is just no beating around the bush whatsoever but we get right into things with the declaration that this person has been dead and dead for a while and then we just go on to describe what it is like to be well..dead I suppose. Its not the first time I've seen something of this particular nature, but I think you've still created a fairly unique sounding depiction here and certainly one that catches your attention as a reader.
Oddly, I do not seem to sleep, but at the same time I do not feel awake. I am stuck in between, floating over the brink of nothingness.
Has time passed? Has it been seconds? Or years?
Lying here, I have felt my body rot. My hands have turned blue, my skin has cracked and peeled, my internal organs have melted away, merging together and then disappearing completely. My flesh has rotted, crumbling away beneath me. I cannot tell what parts of me are left.
Maybe I don’t have any eyes to open.
But something still remains. My thoughts. I can think. I can still cling to a few precious memories. I play them over and over again in my mind, desperately hoping that I will not forget anything. Although I get the feeling that I have already forgotten many things. Too many things. My memories have deserted me, abandoning me to whatever this is. It is not life, and it is not even existence. It is nothing. I am nothing.
Hmm I wasn't expecting quite so deep a dive into the feelings behind this here, but you've certainly gone quite all out in this one I think. It seems that the whole dying situation is something that is being built around rather powerfully here and so far I am really loving how this is going. Well, the description is certainly rather painful sounding and very focused on sadness, but its just very nicely done and I think and you can just vividly feel the emotions involved here quite powerfully.
I just want it to be over. I want everything to stop. I just want to die. But properly die. I must still be dying. Surely this isn’t what comes after death. It can’t be, can it? I thought there was supposed to be something. Something. Clouds, light, fire, pain. Anything.
But this must be death. What else could it be?
I just want to be able to feel again.
All I know is that I’m dead, lying in what must be my coffin. Buried far beneath the surface, hidden away in the darkness forever. Alone. Only just existing. Desperately trying to remember. Trying to remember myself, trying to remember how to move, and trying to remember how long I have been like this.
But it is impossible to say.
The most terrifying thing I can imagine is being like this forever. Merely ash and floating thoughts.
But the most terrifying thing seems to be the most likely.
I will always be dead.
You truly lean into the fear and emotion on that part I think. You build it up gradually in the part that came before, but here it reaches its head and just washed over everything in a very powerful wave of emotion that even as a reader manages to fully engulf you and it just makes for a very powerful scene to end on, especially with what appears to be a horrifying realization towards the end there. Overall, I think you've created a pretty unique and rather powerful little horror piece here with this one and as a reader you are sent on quite the journey.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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