Everything happens for a reason.

At least that's what I'm told from everyone that's older. Every single thing that has ever happened in your life has prepared you for a moment that is yet to come, they say. If that were the case, then every single moment in my life has lead me to him. I couldn't say that I regretted it, I couldn't say that I probably didn't deserve it somehow; all the drama, I mean. Karma. I would have liked to be able to pick a better outcome. A better death. I would have liked to make a difference before this. Maybe cure a random disease, or donate all my unused clothes to needy children more often. I couldn't say that I didn't leave my mark on some people because there are going to be people that I miss. Maybe I should have told them that I appreciate them more. Maybe I should have told them that I loved them.

The darkness seemed never ending. It was almost like I was just gone. Wasn't there supposed to be some cliche white light scene that I'm supposed to walk to? Not just darkness, and a dull fire. A dull fire that's somehow making me feel like I'm dying all over again. It seems to be spreading quicker. Maybe I wasn't supposed to go to Heaven; maybe there really is a Hell. I guess that if there is a Hell, I'm in it now. I could almost feel the gasp that wanted to come out of my throat from the fire. It was starting to get hotter. I could feel it in every muscle in my body- soul? Everything seemed to be turning red, but that could be from the fire. I almost missed the blackness.

"She's waking." Voices. Mutters were heard around the room. I'm dead, though. Why can I hear people talking? This time I didn't hold back the scream that escaped my throat from the fire. I felt like my whole body was vibrating, and there was a continuous pumping in my ear that wouldn't stop.

Finally, the fire stopped. The loud voices stopped. The pounding in my ears stopped. Everything was just silent and dull. And then I opened my eyes.