The Afterlife Is Not What You Think It's Like (FINAL)

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It had all really happened in slow motion. First I saw the sudden change in Tasha?s face as she tumbled towards the barrier. Then when she finally hit it, it?s like her body was split into the atoms that made it and the only thing left of her was a fine mist that was soon swept away. Then the white silk barrier began to change. It projected outwards like it was behind blown by wind and encompassed me within it.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a large room. The ceiling seemed more like the sky, so high above me that I was surprised it wasn?t obscured by clouds. When I looked all around me, I realised that it would probably take me days to walk to the far wall.
I didn?t have much time to examine the room as a strong white nearly blinding light emerged in front of me. It was literally a ball of light not much different to the sun. It had much more detail to its appearance but I can?t put it into words. You?d have to be there to truly understand what this thing looked like. Then a deep voice seemed to come from all around me.
?You are in the Hall Of God. Make your wish?
I hesitated. After all I had been through, this seemed like a cheeky trap. Was there something specific I had to say? Either way, there wasn?t much I could do. If Tasha was right, this place right here was the center of every single existing reality and universe and there was nothing much I could do anymore. So I took a deep breath and spoke my wish, my voice unwavering.
?I want my family back?
It sounded almost childish. Like a little five year old asking for their mummy and daddy but that?s really the only wish I had had ever since I was fifteen and I lost all of them in the car crash. Don?t get me wrong, I love my foster family, but I have so many memories of my mother, father and sister, and I just want to see them all one mofre time and show my appreciation for them.
The light seemed to hear me, then it shined brighter and brighter until it consumed me within it and my entire vision was a permanent sheet of white.
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I squirmed against some straps. I couldn?t breathe. It?s not that my mouth was blocked or anything, it?s just that whenever I tried to go through the motions of breathing but little air made it into my lungs. Soon I was wheezing and gasping for air. I figured my eyes were still closed soon after and when I opened them, I saw a glass hatch sliding open above me. Cool air rushed into the chamber I was stuck in, and I sucked in greedy lungfuls of it. I was scared I was going to die again.
I watched in a daze as two people undid my straps. A familiar looking man in a lab coat walked over in front of me and helped me out of the cryogenic pod. My muscles weren?t really cooperating with me, they were weak and tired.
?It?ll take some time for you to get back on your feet? The man said. I tried to remember his name. It was just at the tip of my tongue. I already sensed that I hated him, but I couldn?t figure out why. Then his name came to me and immediately after, I remembered how he had forced me in there.
I was too weak to do anything though. My muscles were atrophied to the point where I could barely talk without collapsing. They put me on another bed and then wheeled me over to another room. I pretty much feel unconscious again and remember snippets of memories in a sterile white hospital room being fed through IV tubes and what not.
After two weeks, I found myself in a much better position. I realised one thing in my time. My memory was slightly different. It?s not that my whole life had changed. Well in a way it had, but most things had remained the same. I was still a paramedic. The main difference was that the car crash never happened. The memory I have of it now is like the memory one has of a really bad nightmare that sticks with you for years. You can tell it?s not real but it has that quality of being terrifying and really realistic. In a way, it?s almost a ghost of a memory. That?s exactly what the car crash that killed my family is to me. It never happened, yet I still remember it. My family are still alive.
I had lied to them and told them that I was going on a vacation when I signed up for this experiment. Some things don?t just make sense in this world, like why I had signed up for the Afterlife experiment in the first place because in this world I did not have a fascination with the afterlife and was quite happy with my own life.
After Dr Walker interviewed me, he handed me the 100k and let me go. I didn?t tell him everything. I kept the Hall Of God a secret and told him I just wandered in the desert and lost my path. I promptly returned home. My address had changed. I still lived with my parents. I drove my car based on pure extinct. The memories of the home rushed back to me even though I knew I never lived in that home because where I came from, my parents had died. In a way, I was stuck with the memory of two parallel worlds with one major difference. The past world shadowed me like a ghost and the new one is slowly taking over my mind.
I?m forgetting it all bit by bit. Why didn?t I name my foster family or describe them? Because I don?t remember them at all. The new world is trying to erase the old world?s memories from my mind and it?s working. It?s why I?m writing this whole thing down.
As I sit hear, listening to my family downstairs while I pen this final part, I can?t help but feel this is all wrong. I?m glad they?re back but I constantly feel like an imposter in my own body. I don?t belong in this parallel reality yet somehow I?m really here.
Regardless, whenever you find yourself in the afterlife, try to go to the Hall Of God
and make sure you bring a sacrifice.
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