The Funeral (sneak peak)
Ok so, just to show you guys that I'm not giving up on the Funeral, here's a little sneak:
(oh! and take in mind that I'm extremely rusty, so yeah lol.)
I’m dead.
I’m sure of this- I could see myself physically dying in Claire’s arms, as I drew my last breaths. The tears that were shining in her eyes where there, I even saw her holding me hours afterwards- hoping, praying I would wake up. But I knew I wouldn’t- it was the end this time, I am dead.
I know it.
And even though I know this to be the truth, I’m breathing, and feeling, and hearing things around me. I’m on a cold concrete floor. I can feel a slight breeze run through my hair, and, slowly, very slowly- my palms press on to the floor for support as I push my self to a standing position.
The room I’m in, isn’t just a room, its made out of glass, and a glowing- burning with a magnificent light that shines in, through every direction. For a few seconds I take my time to look around and truly gather what I’m witnessing. Edges are blurred and soft, but sharp and clear at the same time. What’s happening? This can’t be heaven, I don’t feel the serene feelings- I don’t see my father- then again, I don‘t see anyone.
Only one thought radiated through out my mind now. Claire. I wanted to find her, see her, hold her. Because if I wasn’t dead, nothing would ever hold me apart from her anymore.