The Afterlife Narrative

The deathly jerk caused by the huge impact of my car hitting an oncoming truck, causing my neck to stop but my inner contents to carry on running forwards, as if there was still a tomorrow to run to. There wasn’t.
The violent shatter of glass, dispersing into thousands of different pieces, each so individual. The size, the shape, the thickness, and there was no one to judge them for what they have become. It was like there was a barrier between the outside world and me, and with one moment of impact the hardened sand that was once a windscreen shatters to let me be part of it, it being the after-life. Each fragment of glass, each dismantled piece of metal, each memory that’s now lost piercing into my fearful, distressed body, breaking through my skin and stabbing into my fresh, bright red flesh, leaving me completely numb.

The Afterlife

There was no longer a trace of distress, ache or affliction lingering inside me. Instead, I was filled with a sense of peace, unity and neutrality. She was in front of me, I could rest my hand on her shoulder, on her face, on her being. I could feel her silky, velvet like skin. When our eyes caught up with each other and met I could tell she was

no longer holding anything back, and to anyone else it would look as though she were fine, because she was. I could see everything in her. I could see all her potential, I could picture her every emotion, and I could feel all her feelings. I knew her so well and I finally believe I could look into her just as much as she could look into me. And I could see the alluring future in her budding green eyes. I will always wonder what happened to her. How she became so... beautiful. She was standing there staring into my eyes, and mine to hers. And I no longer saw a wounded soul but instead a cocoon, transforming a caterpillar into a butterfly. She was so sad. Not anymore.
She was smiling and to my pleasure it wasn’t forced. It was so incredibly genuine. She was just genuinely happy. And so was I. My job was done. I found the key to her happiness, and that was my death. She had a job guiding me to what fate had hidden for me. She broke down the barrier between life and death. Between my life and my afterlife. And I broke down the wall trapping her inside my life, I helped her become part of this, of the afterlife. I helped her return to where she once was, where she should be and where she will be until another me comes along. The life of the dead truly is placed in the memory of the living. I would know this first hand.

The Deadline

Premonition.
An indicator of an almost dead soul and a bridge to another life, a new life.
No one knows at what point their life will take a drive along the street of undesirable fate.

No one knows what deathly, melancholy filled hour we will be taken from this earth, taken out of the brick wall causing all to fall around you. There are some people who do, she could. She knew that moment was coming. I knew that moment was coming, because she was really just a sweet hallucination of my own death. She was sent from the afterlife to intertwine with my delicate mind, to help me create a pathway to my own death, she was my premonition. My feeling that my fate was soon to come, I was just too caught up in her sadness to

realise.
She was once a sad soul from the afterlife, I was in the cusp of dying and moving from this life to the next and she was just guiding me there. She was a guardian. She was my guardian. She was my sign, my warning. She was ominous.

"Oh Ivy," I muttered gingerly to her "You always did intrigue me, and I'm afraid you always will."