Chapter 21
Megan
I felt as if I was adrift out at sea under a starless sky. No waves, no sound, no light. Just pure darkness. I felt completely calm and at peace. It was an odd feeling since my life has been nothing but chaos and bullshit. The pain I felt before faded to nothing, not even a dull throbbing left. I wonder if everyone felt this peace when they died. Do they meet Charon, the ferryman? What about their God or Gods? Those we pray to for safe keeping in our lives. I guess I should just trust in Hades to watch over me here too.
I try to sit up to see around me with no luck. I try a few more times, struggling against an unseen restraint. I still feel no pain. The sky above me slowly flashes with blues and purples. No clouds to be seen, no noise to be heard. A sudden pain shoots through me but stops as fast as it starts. The only feeling I have that makes me think my body is still trying to fight to stay alive. Letting me know I am here. I guess Hades doesn’t want my death to come just yet.
The sky above me flashes again, this time pinks and greens. More signs that I am still alive, why I am still alone in the darkness. Small noises begin to flutter in around me. Humming and crying. Whispers from the unknown. Why is it so hard to just let me go?
All the thoughts I had before try flooding to the forefront of my mind, but I shove them down. I don’t want the reminder of a past life. I don’t want the reminder of the pain and anguish that I suffered. The loss. The heartbreak. I don’t want to feel any of it anymore.
The more I try to push the memories aside, the harder others try to flood in place. A small bark, little laughs, my name being called by a woman, a man lifting me up above his shoulders as I watch lights flash up in the nighttime sky. Tears begin to fall down my cheeks as the memories continue. A blonde girl and me hiding under the bleachers at our school with a bottle of captain trying not to get caught, giggling when we thought we were alone. A boy with chestnut brown hair and emerald, green eyes smiling at me as we have our first kiss. His voice speaking a vow of love and promise. The tears streamed faster down my cheeks as the memories keep pounding in. All good, none are bad.
The final memory of a blonde male with dark sapphire eyes, ravaging me in a dark room flood my mind and stay there. His face, a beacon in the darkness. His voice as he calls me his. The utter claiming of me, body, mind and soul. He is waiting for me.
My body slowly starts to tingle, the darkness slowly fading, replaced with blurry lights. The silence of peace now replaced with the sound of chaos. Voices erupt, machines beeping, a female sobbing in the distance. But it was the face that came rushing into my view, the blonde male with the beckoning blue eyes, that I was focused on.
He was waiting for me to return. He was here.
“Max.”