Posthumous

I've always imagined what it's like after we die, the afterlife and what not. I thought we'd come back "better" -- prettier, smarter...different in a good way. Maybe as some tall girl with big green eyes or as some far off newborn star that won't be seen on earth for a millennia. Life just keeps going in an eternal circle, a never-ending cycle.

But then I died. One night, some drunk driver plowed into my car and suddenly, I was dead.

"Afterlife" is an oxymoron. Death is anything but an adventure and its certainly not a rebirth. It's nothing but lonely emptiness where even what I see doesn't change. Every time I gather the courage to open my eyes, all I can see is my death, over and over (so naturally, I prefer to keep them closed.

Maybe I do look different, but it's not like I can tell-- there are no mirrors in this God-forsaken nightmare on repetition. I could easily have become the most beautiful person in the world, but it wouldn't matter. Here, I am all alone with the things I've done and appearance is the last of my worries. All the things I thought in life were wrong, and now I wish more than anything that some human ideas of the afterlife were even remotely correct. Maybe this is hell, I don't know, but this is what I do know:

Death is death -- just death and nothing more.