BRIDGE

 BRIDGE

    I slip into unconsciousness. This feeling is surreal. I am in middle of a bridge, voices call to me from both sides. One side is harshly lit, with grating noises, like chainsaw. I register sweet, yet distorted voices, which sound somewhat familiar. The light begins to blind me, so I turn to the other side. The other side is dark and cool, with sweet harmonious music playing. The voices from there however are anything but sweet. I recognize it. It is the voice of death. I back away, but as soon as I set foot on land, pain blinds me and I stagger backwards. I lay on the bridge panting for a few seconds.

     Then to my utmost shock, a picture flashes before my eyes. A young girl wearing a purple tee covered in blood, face disfigured, fighting for her life. The are gashes down her body. Suddenly I remember.that girl is me. Mountain climbing, my hands slipping, shock, fear and other emotions mixed together. After that, I search my mind, but I uncover only blackness. I realize then. If I step towards the light, pain and misery will be there, but I will have more time on Earth. The darkness will be cool and sweet. I am not a bad person so I wont be reborn, or go to hell. No one can choose but me, I am the one who holds the key. After hesitating, I step forward, into the side that is right. Now, i am happy. Pained but happy. I would have pain either way. Emotionally from the dark, or physically from the light