It was sudden, it was painful, excruciatingly painful, then fear crept in followed by regret and unwillingness..it was unwanted.
What do you do when death comes knocking? Would you feel scared or unwilling, would you bargain for your life, ask for one more day or year? Would you even have the opportunity to ask for a bit more time? But to whom?
When death comes unexpected, like a teardrop coming to disturb the stillness of your lake, not even giving you time to react, to whom do you pleed for one more day? Life is harsh but there's beauty in it but death is unforgiving, is mute to your pleas and deaf to your screams.It comes and takes young and old, bold and cowards, sick and healthy...like a looming shadow it swallows the living.
Selene was no exception. She couldn't resist when death came knocking.The pain, the fear, the unwillingness, it was all there but alas there was no more chances for her anymore..she had one but she was indifferent, ruled by her own addiction.. it's too late now for regrets.
What comes after you die? Well... Selene would say pain, it felt like her whole being was in pain. She wished it would stop, she wanted to scream but couldn't, she wanted to claw at her chest but couldn't do that either..she felt like she was being devoured by pain with no end in sight.
She didn't know how long it was, the notion of time felt foreign and unimportant but the pain was almost gone and she could finally feel her body. She tried opening her eyes but was met with an intense and painful light that made her close them again.After a few attempts she finally opened them and what greeted her view was a luxurious room, golden walls adorned with beautiful colorful gems, exquisite furniture, the kind you only see in movies depicting scenes of rich people, very very rich people. Even the bed she was in was enormous and had silk shits and lots of pillows, all in different nuances of purple and gold. For a fleeting moment she felt like a princess...but then the thought of 'where am I?' came to mind.
Opening her mouth she tried to speak and was startled by the sounds she made.
"Where..."
Covering her mouth with both hands, she looked around her like a startled deer. The voice wasn't hers...at least it didn't sound like it's her voice but...
"This...where am I?"
With a look of despair she was so startled she fainted. When she opened her eyes again she was in the same room, it wasn't a dream and it definitely didn't seem like a hallucination. Wanting to convince herself it wasn't really a dream she pinced herself, it hurt but now there was another problem..the hands weren't hers. She definitely didn't have hands like a young girl...most definitely not. Checking her body she saw not her 40 year old body but a body belonging to a 14 or 15 year old. Selene saw black again almost fainting a second time but she held strong or at least she tried, for as long as she could until she really did faint again. Alas, being feight of heart is something she didn't know she was, it's not like her life until now was an adventurous one, at least not the kind of adventures we all expect.
Sitting in front of a tall mirror, Selene was looking at the young face reflecting in it. Medium hight, chestnut long hair, green forest eyes, a pair of pink and delicate lips...'This.. this is definitely not me...nope, no, niet..' she was definitely not a cute teenager as far as she last remembered.