Last Breath

Sophie takes her last breath and follows the shoes to where she belongs--where she is destined to be.

I can't look up. I follow the black shoes. The familiar shoes. I see a glimpse of fire. and bare feet. Cries and songs that I had heard the Nightcrawlers sing before, from my window, were blaring from assorted speakers. Had I walked into some spiritual meeting? But I soon learned that this meeting was for me. The music stops. The leader, chief, or ruler presented himself in front of me. 

"Jane..."

Jane. Jane. 

They had the wrong person... the feeling of disapointment seeped into my stomach. Jane... wasn't me. Who was it? Who had they wanted? 

"Look up at me."

I couldn't. I physically couldn't. Black SHoes had cast a spell on me. Magic... was it possible? Then, as I began to answer, I couldn't. The sharp intake of air had been my last. What had I become...?