Contagiously Pessimistically Dead

A girl views what would've happened if she had dies that night.

   I hesitated at the door. Did I really want to open it? I stared at it's simple elegance. It was made of wood, that was cracked with age. The handle was rusty, and had a chunk chipped off. But it looked warm and comforting. I sucked in my breath, and pulled the handle, closing my eyes as light flooded them.

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     I was in a bar, watching. Nobody could see or hear me. What was this, A Christmas Carol? I squinted against the dim lite room.I heard the bell at the door ring. I turned, and saw myself. The same face I had been looking at for the past sixteen years, only aged about twenty.
       I could see wrinkles forming around my lips, and was that, a gray hair? Ugh. My soft blond hair had lost it's shine, and had turned into an ugly dirty yellow. I watched as me-not me sat down at a stool, ordering a drink. I went to a bar alone? I didn't want to watch this. I looked around, trying to find a door. I saw one, a white inconspicuous one at the back wall.  I walked through it, light blinding me again.

   
    This time I was at a night club. Twenty one year old me was dancing with a guy, their-or our- bodies so close I could barely put my pinkie between them. Pink tank top revealing stomach flesh? Check. Stilettos with toothpick thin heels? Check. Mini skit barely reaching past my lower thighs? Check. 21 year old me was a s**t. My stomach twisted when I saw other me stick her tongue down the guys throat. I gagged and headed for the gray door with 'DR' spray painted over it. I opened it quickly and ran it.

 
   A suburban backyard. Healthy, green grass. A sparkling blue pool. A wing bench with flowers blooming around it. I sat on the edge of the pool, took of my sneakers, and dipped my feet in the cool water. And waited. I didn't have to wait for very long.
    I saw thirty something year old me open the sliding patio door, and emerge with a pink t-shirt and faded blue jeans. Her sandals were comfortable and practical. I wondered why she would wear such a casual, normal outfit, when I saw a five year old girl burst out after other-me. I was a mother. Other-me laughed with my daughter, playing and singing. My heart warmed. 
    The little girl was wandering around, while other-me took out a book and read for a bit. I watched with intrest at the girl. I could pick out features that were similar to mine on her face, and some that were strange and alien, like the girls black hair. From other-me's calls, I picked out that the girl's name was Kayli.
    I watched as Kayli skipped around the pool. Suddenly, her feet slipped on  a puddle, and she went crashing in. Other-me got up and rushed over. Kayli was drowning, desperately struggling against gravity. I reached out to her, but my hand went through hers. I couldn't watch. I stood up and sprinted towards the patio door, tears streaming down my cheeks.

      I stumbled through it, landing in downtown streets. The sleazy, trashy part of town that they don't want the tourists to see. Across the road, I saw a huge neon sign flashing 'XXX'. I gasped, and started walking backwards, feeling for a door. I didn't want to see this. Not again. I already had to live through it once. I cried as I saw me as sixteen. Looking decent, with skinny jeans and a hoodie. I remembered that the only reason I would be walking this part of town was that I dumped my boyfriend for trying to feel me up at a drive-through. He kicked me out.
     I saw him. The other-me didn't. The tall, dark stranger waiting to prey on innocent girls. Other-me didn't even notice anything. I saw the man pull on other-me's arm. I watched in horror as she was dragged into the depths of an alleyway. I cried as I heard the tearing of clothes.
     "STOP!" I scream. "I don't want to hear this," I whisper. The scene paused. I finally found a door, and I walked through it.

    
    It was really f*****g dark. No, seriously, I couldn't even see my own hands. I was sitting, I could gather that. I heard a voice from behind me.
    "Did you enjoy that?" the voice asked. I whirled around, but saw nothing.
    "What was that? With all of the doors," I asked the nothingness.
    "You just saw what your life would've been like if you hadn't died. Sorry it was out of order." the voice said.
     "Then why did you show me the night I died at the end?" I asked, tears in my eyes.
     "You mean, you getting raped? To show you what did happen."
    "You mean, if I hadn't been murdered after I got...violated...I would've become a w***e, gotten better, had a kid, kid drowned, then drink the sadness away?" I asked tentatively. I could feel the voice shrug.
    "Pretty much."
    "Well, s**t," I said. "What a pathetic piece of crap I am," I said.
    "You could make everything better. You can wish for something. You could have money, love, anything. Right here in the otherworld. What will it be?" the voice asked.
    "I wish to live." I whisper.  No response. I felt a pulse go through me, a whurrrr of sound, and warmth run through my veins. And I collapsed.
  

    I woke up in a bedroom. My bedroom. I was breathing. I was alive. I did a silent cheer. I couldn't see anything except for the neon glow of my alarm clock. 10:34. Two hours before I died. A note appeared in my hands, illuminated against the darkness. I read it. 'I wish to live.' it read. I smiled, and crumpled the note into my pocket. I opened my bedroom door.



          It was getting brighter.
   
    
       

Author's Note

A sad story with a hopeful ending.

Reviews

[♪GetUse2MyMelodie..]

wow,this was awesome but y did u have to make it so sad! haha jk thats the reason i liked it made me emotional! lol haha goods job!

[Bella-Marie]

Cool! I think that if you fix up the mistakes it would be supurb!