I was strangled by my childhood bestfriend, suffocated and drowned in a lake, found myself in a coffin then revived just to see my mother being crushed to death in front of me. Now, I am being dragged by God knows what kind of people to be sacrificed and slaughtered like a goat.

I would never like to remember the last 24 hours of my life.
Well ,one thing comes in my mind right now is that I never saw the sun setting. There was no night, only this hot scorching sun over my head.

How can that be possible?

"Kill her for them to return"
"She needs to die for the world's goodness"
"A soul for the greater good"

The chantings were getting louder. Someone now touched the back of my head and removed the bag blocking my vision.
The piercing light made it difficult to see. I closed my eyes and tried to slowly open them up.
The ground was made up of stone , like an altar for sacrifice. An unknown language was inscripted below me which was now glowing in red.
I lifted my head and saw the people chanting my name.
They were unknown faces , unrecognisable at first but something felt familiar.

A large chain was heard rustling above my head and before I could think of something , a large stone boulder was coming towards me from above.

All I felt was the black boulder touching my head and everything turned black.

So this is how being dead feels like.


_____to be continued ____

This story and all of its previous chapters are unedited , plz do let me know of any mistakes, errors in the story.

I know I shouldn't be giving spoilers but the pov from the next chapter is going to change 😉
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