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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. I searched for my breath, my sight, my heartbeat... where were they? I saw nothing but the last scene. What had happened? If I wasn't breathing, then how could I see the bloody knife? If it wasn't me, who was that faceless person?
The scene went silent for a moment, then it continued. I saw the ambulance, the people screaming, my mom weeping. I saw my narcissistic sister-in-law celebrating my death, her happiness palpable even though everyone else saw her fake tears. Oh, Jesus! How come I was seeing two versions of each scene? I was able to see the inside of each one, as if my body were transparent. What had happened?
Then I discovered that I had already killed myself and transcended into infinity. All I was able to see was my soul witnessing my death.
© Serah Hasan
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. I searched for my breath, my sight, my heartbeat... where were they? I saw nothing but the last scene. What had happened? If I wasn't breathing, then how could I see the bloody knife? If it wasn't me, who was that faceless person?
The scene went silent for a moment, then it continued. I saw the ambulance, the people screaming, my mom weeping. I saw my narcissistic sister-in-law celebrating my death, her happiness palpable even though everyone else saw her fake tears. Oh, Jesus! How come I was seeing two versions of each scene? I was able to see the inside of each one, as if my body were transparent. What had happened?
Then I discovered that I had already killed myself and transcended into infinity. All I was able to see was my soul witnessing my death.
© Serah Hasan
