Chapter 1: Life after death
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I can hear the loud sound of the moving second hand of the clock. The beeping sound of the life machine. The droplets of the I.V. and the silent cry of the people around me. And here I am, staring at the ceiling, waiting for my death to arrive.
It might sound weird but, yeah. Sad to say, I do not have enough time to live in this world. I was eighteen years old when I was diagnosed with Leukemia and that is when it all started. The hospital became my home for almost four years of my life.
Now I am twenty-two years old. And three months ago, the doctors informed me and my family that my condition was worsening. The medications did not work, the bone marrow transplant was not successful, they can't find a matching bone marrow anymore and that I only have two to three months to live and today is my due date.
What a tragic life, I would say.
I was too young; I have a lot of dreams to reach. Have a lot of wish to fulfill and many people that I still want to be with for a long time.
Life was just too unfair, I've wronged no one. And yet here I am. Getting punished for a sin I did not commit.
As I closed my eyes, I can hear my mom's nonstop crying, my father calling out my name, my sister, who was calming my mom, my brother, who was just saying that he loves me and he's going to miss me. And my two best friends wailing beside my mom begging me to keep on fighting. I hope I can bid my goodbye and tell them to please don't cry, but my body is too weak, that even talking is a hard thing to do.
As my consciousness was slowly drifting away, a sudden flashback appears in my mind. Everything that happened to me in my twenty-two years of existence was playing like a movie.
Family gatherings, first day of school, hanging out with friends, family bondings, happiness, sadness, excitement, disappointment.
I remembered and felt every emotion that I had during those times, like I was still there at that place at that time.
To be honest, I have quite a very happy life back then before I got this disease. I am just an ordinary girl with friends, family, classmates, and teachers. I laugh, cry, and even smile with them throughout my life. I hope that in another life, I will meet them once again and have a much longer time to be with them.
As I slowly closed my eyes, a teardrop fell while I felt the life fading away from me bit by bit. The voices and sounds, the cries, promises, goodbyes and I love you's slowly fade away. I was continuously getting engulf with complete silence and darkness completely invade my whole being.
I knew then that I am dead.
I am tired of fighting this battle between death. That's why I let the darkness fulfill its satiation with my soul and did not do a single move.
Then, there is this sudden spark that ignites my will to live.
Who am I kidding?
No! I cannot do this!
I'm not tired of fighting, I still have a lot of things to do, I'm too young. I have a lot of dreams to achieve.
I'm scared of death, scared of not living enough. If this is just a dream, please wake me up!
I can't die yet! I want to live!
"Sierra." A soft voice interrupts my train of thought. Did someone call me?
"Sierra." I slowly opened my eyes because of that sudden call of my name, but only the darkness greeted me.
"Sierra." It is loud and clear, I know I'm not mistaken. Someone was calling my name.
"Who are you?" Even I was shocked when I was able to speak. But my curiosity to this someone who was calling my name was bigger than the shock I felt.
But the voice keeps on calling my name, as it was a recorded ringtone from a cell phone.
I can't help but cover my ears because of that irritating sound. My ear felt like exploding as the sound gets louder and louder.
I closed my eyes real tight and shout at the top of my lungs, hoping that it will stop.
"Shut up!" I was breathing hard when the sound finally disappeared, I then opened my eyes once again. But to my surprise. This time I am not in the darkness anymore. But in fact, I'm in a humongous room with a very high ceiling.
Where am I?
Just when I was about to get up, the door banged open. And there was an appearance of around ten men in black suits barging in.
"Madame, what's wrong? what happened?" I just keep my poker face for I do not know what is happening here, I'm still processing everything.
Am I dreaming? Who are these people? Why am I here? Didn't I just die a while ago?
The man in the middle who just spoke walked near me and keep a safe four feet distance away from me before he kneels.
"I'm sorry for intruding, we heard you screaming, so we immediately came to the rescue. It won't happen again." He said apologetically.
I saw him shaking as if he is afraid of something.
What the f*ck? What is he afraid of? Why is he shaking?
I went near the man, and while walking. I noticed the other MIB's walking backwards. Whenever I step forward, they step backward, and that continues until I reach the man who is kneeling on the floor. I tap his head like a child then finally said, "There, there, stop shaking, I'm not even doing anything, yet." I wanted to smile at him to assure him that it's fine, that there's nothing to be afraid of. But unfortunately, I can't. I held my cheek and lips to know why, but they cannot seem to move to form a smile.
What's wrong with me?
Instead of being reassured, the man was shaking more violently than before. He fell backward bottom on the floor and hurriedly crawl backward to get away from me.
Weirdo!
I did not pay much attention to it, I started walking towards the vanity mirror in the room that I saw when I roam my eyes around the place. I sat down on the chair and looked at my reflection.
It is still me, the same face that I have, same body, same height. And the only difference is this stoic face, cold eyes, and unsmiling lips
What is happening here?
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