'It's dark.'
That was the first thought that came to mind immediately after I lost consciousness.
'Why won't they just leave me alone? Why go so far for me?'. I reflected as I stepped on the empty space.
Suddenly, a bridge appeared, creating a path in the blinding darkness I found myself in.
My legs moved on their own and trod the path unhesitatingly. My mind went blank; the loud silence deafened my ears. I wanted to scream. To let the darkness know that I was alive.
But nothing came out.
I couldn't think. My eyes were opened, but apart from the white bridge that stretched on endlessly, nothing else could be seen. A primal fear washed over my body. I wanted to stop moving forward; I wanted to see the light once more.
The darkness I longed for wasn't this terrifying, this unnerving. I wanted the darkness after death, not a forced emptiness like this.
