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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Love / Romance / Dating
- Published: 04/03/2022
The Void
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The Void
Nothing. No one. No light, nobody, no place I can call home. I felt numb, I felt nothing. I was in a void, a void with no end, a void with no feeling, a void within myself, I was empty.
Waves of shock entered my body, flashes of light struck my face, and my vision became blurry.
“Where am I?” no response.
“HELLO!” No answer.
Something in the distance started approaching me hurriedly. A screen. A big, white, immense, movie theater-type screen.
“Wha- What is this” I questioned, still no response.
The screen played something, but I was struggling to figure it out. Gibberish. It was gibberish. “Farrah”, the screen finally showed, “Farrah's memories.” I was Farrah, a 24-year-old who was just sick a few hours ago. I had diabetes, but I never took it seriously until a few weeks ago. Everything was mush in my brain. But I did remember the last month when stuff started going downhill. I was an average California girl (Cali to some.). I was pretty neutral, except when I was with my best friend, Kaila. I was pretty boring and basic, I did not love exercising, but I did not hate it and the list goes on likewise. Not only that, but I felt pretty unwelcomed and could not relate to others. Mostly Kaila, but she found her way through me and was always there. We were or are best friends. I'm not sure what to call it right now, I don't know where I stand in life.
I was sick because of how severe my diabetes got. I remember I was in the hospital and Kaila came to visit me, but right now I could not feel the pain I felt before.
“Oh my god, Farrah, how did this happen?” The screen started playing my memories just about a few days ago. I was very confused at the fact that I was seeing my life just a few days back.
“A time machine,” I thought. I finally get to experience what a Time Machine feels like.
“When I went to New York City!” I shouted, The screen did as I wanted and played my trip to New York City.
“Meeting Kaila!”
“Hong Kong,” I shouted. Anything that came to my mind, I yelled.
“Mom.” This was a different type of moment for me because ever since my mom died I stopped having much emotion in my life. I stopped loving things, I stopped pretty much everything in life. I felt like I did not care, but knew that deep down I did even though I felt like I could not show it. Like I was supposed to be unable to love and feel happy again.
Even though I felt that on earth or wherever I was just yesterday, I felt different here. I was happy that I could see this stuff, but strange that I was completely alone for what felt like hours. Memories started blooming without me asking for them, everything from bright colors to vacations, and anything you can picture as fun. All these memories were right before my wave of sadness (depression). I got to see the way I laughed, smiled, and enjoyed life. Until November 11, 2004, my moms' death date. I saw the way I caved into myself and separated myself from others. I saw a thing I never had. The way my friends felt about that, my dad's thoughts on my actions, everything. I started getting weird assumptions about everything. Where really was I. Was I in a coma? Did I pass out? Did I die?
“Hello,” a long pause of silence grew between me and the words that were about to come out of my mouth.
“Am I really dead?” No response.
The silence that grew in me burst out of me in a bawl. An unstoppable bawl. No one was there to help me but myself. What felt like an hour without support or help, I decided nothing was going to suddenly swoop in and save me, so I had to save myself. Rubbing my hands against my soft sheer cheeks to remove the remaining tears of the river I've cried, struggling to stand up due to the collapse I felt in my body after the fear of realizing I might be dead. Out of the universe, out of sight, out of everything. No more Kaila, no more earth, no more nothing. I felt what I had felt before, a deep blue wave of sadness winning against my weak body.
Turning back at the immense screen, I started seeing everything and everybody. How Kaila thought she was going to lose me forever with severe depression and diabetes. The way my dad was starting to be happy again when meeting someone new but collapsing in sadness as seeing the way I got sick. I got to see everyone that truly cared and loved me. This was more comforting for my body to see. People actually cared for me. I started getting used to the fact that I was probably dead. I did not deserve to be in heaven, but I also did not deserve to be in hell. This was exactly where I belonged in no good or bad place, a neutral place. It had its good stuff and its bad stuff too. A rose for this was that I got to see my life and the way I used to fulfill every moment before my bump in the road, but a thorn was the way I was alone. I liked to think positive and negative things in that type of format, a rose with its thorns. My mom always used to ask me about my day in the way of three thorns and a big rose.
I felt like I was in a void, a void with no end. No one coming, no one leaving, and no one talking. I laid down (on the floor) and decided what was best for me. Reflect. About everything, about what I could have changed and how I could have lived a life bit better and fuller.
After some time with just myself and my thoughts, I heard something. A sound. A strange opening door sound. I alarmed myself and stood up immediately. I looked one way and the other, only to see a very faint shadow about 3 miles away. I tried to walk closer, but the shadow disappeared. It appeared and disappeared once more. It came closer, but I was still unable to figure it out. It was sort of a person, but I did not know if it was a female or male.
“Hello?” the person said
“Where are you?” I asked.
“Over here” It mumbled.
I got pretty scared and unsure if to run from it or move towards it. Getting closer and closer, the fear started emerging in my body and I stopped. Unable to bring myself to step forward. I did not move, but “it” did.
“Hi, I'm Nathaniel, who are you and where am I?”
“Uh,” I was struggling to get my words out. “I am Farrah, but I think we're dead,” I finally said.
“Dead huh, wow, was definitely not seeing that one coming.” I could sense the sarcasm in his tone but was still wondering if we really were dead.
We sat on what we saw as the “floor” and started to get to know each other a little. Chuckles started coming out of me. Something that was not very common. I really started connecting with Nathaniel. I got to know him much more, like his favorite sports (basket), favorite sports team (Lakers), favorite color (deep green or red), favorite food (salad), etc. But what I most connected with him was our life back on earth. How we were not outstanding people, but also not someone bad. We were sort of non-beneficial or harmless people.
As days went on we started connecting the dots and got to the most reasonable conclusion. “We're DEAD.” Even though we thought of it, we never asked about it. Every hour, every second, and every day spent with Nathaniel was a bit greater than what it was before alone. We started growing in our relationship and started to not mind the presence of only each other. I even started wondering sometimes if we were going to get to be “more than friends.”
As time passed, we got closer and closer and became best friends. We were inseparable (even though we could not leave) and just really enjoyed ourselves with our company. We laughed, joked around, had deep conversations, and got to really know each other. I just changed for the better, being around him. I noticed I started developing feelings for him, something I hadn't felt in a while. I wanted him to be mine, not only as a best friend, but more than that, I wanted him to love me back.
“This night,” I thought. This night I am going to express myself and see how he sees me back.
When I thought night had come, I knew this was my chance. We were talking and talking about our past when we came to a stop. I felt him closer as we both leaned in and kissed. Kissed, my mind processed. We leaned back, and I saw a smirk grow on his face, not a laughing smirk, but a “loving, and happy” smirk. My mind came to relief and a smile on my face that no one could wipe away. I wasn't just happy anymore I was enjoying myself.
Love, love turned out to be the key to our last final reach. Light started coming in, and the walls started disappearing into nothing. A village was our new surroundings. It had everything I loved and everything Nathaniel adored. Paradise, this was actual paradise, we had improved ourselves from who we were back on earth and were finally happy. This was finally where we belonged, together in eternal peace and paradise. Just me and Nathaniel, nothing more.
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