11. Prologue
Prologue
Aiden
B eing dead wasn’t what I had thought it would be. I don’t feel panicked. I’m just floating around in endless darkness. Shouldn’t there be white fluffy clouds, or maybe the eternal hell fire. I mean, I don’t think I was that bad of a person, but I also didn’t know how the rating system worked for souls. Maybe I’m stuck in limbo?
If this is the afterlife it was rather boring. Though being dead doesn’t seem all that bad. It sucks that I missed out on my horror movie marathon with Eve. I’m sure she fed Sin. I hope like hell they’re getting along. I hope Eve keeps Sin safe.
The only time the darkness becomes overwhelming and terrifying is when the warmth goes away. Right now, the warmth is here, and I can breathe a little easier. It’s a reassuring feeling. And the darkness smells good. I’m sure that makes no sense, but I guess if I’m dead I no longer need to make any sense. I no longer need to conform to societies demands of normalcy.
The darkness smells sweet and almost smoky, like burnt strawberries. Strawberries , I don’t know why that seems familiar, but it somehow gets stuck inside my mind. Who would have thought that death would have a smell? And I would have thought it would have been more brimstone and rotting decay. Strange.
I’m not afraid. That’s strange, right? Shouldn’t I be more afraid to be dead? Maybe in the next life I’ll finally get to finish that comic book that I always wanted to draw. Maybe I’ll even get to have people in my life that love me. Yeah, that would be nice.