1 Finally over

Tristan was a 16 year old boy. He didn't exactly live a good life. His Mother died when he was only two months old, it broke his fathers heart. He became an alcoholic and very abusive. Since Tristan had no siblings, nor any friends he had no one. Tristan wasn't religious, he didn't believe in hell or heaven. And he did think about suicide a few times already. He never did it. It's like when you try to stub your toe on purpose.

Tristan spend his days in school, as long as he could. But since nobody wanted him there, he was always send home. His phone and Computer were all destroyed by his thing father. This went on for his whole life, so you can imagine that he wasn't so bound to this world.

'If I could just live in another world'

Tristan thought while walking home from his school.

"Then I shall grant you your wish"

What. Tristan was confused. Did someone say something?

'Probably imagined it', that's what Tristan always told himself when something unexpected or almost happy happend.

Lost in thoughts Tristan started to cross a street, not paying attention to his surroundings at all.

A loud noise interrupted Tristan. He looked to the source of the noise. A car approached at high speed. Tristan just stood there staring at the driver.

You could see the driver panicking and honking like crazy. Tristan just stood there. Then he started smiling.

' Finally', Tristan thought, 'I can go'

Then, the truck hit him. Tristan flew away like he weight nothing. He didn't feel anything though.

'Weird', he tried to move. 'This is not how I imagined dying would be like' Then he noticed the truck in front of him. People were gathering around something, or rather someone. Tristan started walking forwards. "Excuse me" he said, "could you make a little space for me?", he asked the nearest person. After not answering he tapped the person in the shoulder. 'What the...' Tristans hand just went right through the body.

'What is this. Is this a dream? What kind of dream is this?'

He then heard voices. It was like a weird song,or rather a speech of some kind. A purple light appeared under him.

'What. The. Hell'

The light shined brighter and brighter until it almost blinded him.

Then it was over. Darkness was what he could we now.

"This is not what should happen..."

"Why is it black? Shouldn't it be white?"

"My lord what should we do?"

Who are these voices? What are they talking about? Finally Tristans Vision cleared. And what he saw was not what he expected. Definitely not.