Death

Have you ever ever found yourself in a Situation that was so absurd that you would have laughed at the mere thought of it?

Admittedly I had quite a few strange encounters during my much to short life, but who would have ever expected that people do not really die when they are killed...

I bet the asshole that stabbed me would have cursed at this. But honestly... who cares.

I certainly don't, but it's also not like I expect to meet him again anyway. This can be attributed to the fact that I am as of right now dead.

And it certainly doesn't say good things about my sanity that I'm already starting to talk to myself.

Where was I again?

Right... I'm dead due to being stabbed by a drunken middle aged man in some random back alley. And before you ask why I am as calm as I am right know. That is probably, because my brain (which I am currently missing due to not having a body) is failing to understand how severe this whole situation is.

I always told myself that I would be the least bothered person by my own death, because let's be honest. What are you gonna do once you are dead? Complain about it? And I'm quite sure that would have been the case if my consciousness didn't seem to be floating around in an endless dark space. At least I think that is where I am... I don't really have a way to prove that I am not currently in a vegetative state lying on some hospital bed.

And saying I am in an endless dark void also wouldn't be completely true... well it is true but at least not everything is dark. There appear to be millions of different colored orbs floating around and while I am not sure about it I don't think that I am even close to seeing all of them.

And this pace also seems to be more that just dark since I am utterly incapable of saying for how long I have been here. If you asked me how much time passed since my death I could not tell you if it has been minutes or a whole day, so I might have already been here for quite a while.

At least that is what I tell myself to justify me talking to myself...

Whatever

And while we are talking about my inability to feel the passing of time I might as well mention that the colors I see on those orbs floating around aren't really colors either.

It is more like a feeling that tells me which color whatever I am seeing should have if one wanted to describe whatever they are seeing.

It really feels like one of those situations where you try to describe colors to blind man. I can't describe it, because I lack a frame of reference to do it.

Hmm...

There really isn't much to say about this place otherwise, so I might as well think about my life before I end up in hell or whatever comes after this.

Although I must admit that my life really isn't something one would write a book about.

I was born in Great Britain near London with a loving mother and a hard working father.

A normal house, not enough to brag about but just the right amount to feel comfortable with.

I grew up without siblings, which I don't really mind since I had enough friends to compensate for it, though I still wonder how it would have been to have a little sister or a little brother.

As for my looks. I think I could have been considered to be a tiny bit above average overall, while my individual features were rather plain.

Dark brown hair, brown eyes and a face that you would have forgotten by the time you turn around.

Which admittedly helped me in quite a few situations.

My most defining feature was that I was fairly tall for a girl. And stupid as it sounds I was a little proud about being 5'9.

I never married and can't really say that my love life consisted of more than the occasional crush.

Might have also been, because I am still unsure about my sexual orientation.

I started working as soon as I graduated.

Again nothing out of the ordinary, only your average secretary in a middle sized coorperation.

I don't think my boss even bothered to remember my name, but the pay was fairly good for a fresh graduate so I didn't really care much about it either.

Even though my life would have been a lot easier if my boss wasn't clueless about how things worked most of the time. I later heard from my coworker that he was drinking buddies with the owner of the coorperation, but I guess that is simply how the world works. At least he cared enough to always get his work done in the end.

After work I would usually just go jogging or sometimes drink with my coworkers and friends.

We also had something like an unofficial movie club going where we would agree so watch the same movie series or tv show and some of the guys would occasionally suggest animes or something along those lines.

And I have to admit that most of them were pretty decent except for those that practically nothing more than a compilation of panties and bouncing boobs. I mean seriously how much fan service do you need to put into one episode...

Well those were the 'good' parts of my life.

Now let's come to unpleasant part. My Death.

Much like the rest of my life it really wasn't anything special.

I was out drinking late into the night and had little more than I could handle, but still not enough to make me consider using a cab, which now that I think about it was a stupid idea.

I took the shortest route through one or two back alleys which again was a stupid idea, but I didn't think much about it at that time.

The last thing I clearly remember is hearing footsteps behind before 'Stabbie McBack' put a knife into my spine and before I could really register what just happened and scream another stab went right for my throat.

No words were spoken and I didn't even see his face, after that my memory cuts off and we are back to the endless black abyss filled with colored orbs that somehow just float around without doing anything.

Well, did you expect more?

I told you my life was the definition of average, except for my death that is.

Hmm...

That really didn't take as long as I had hoped, or did it? I hate not being able tell how long I have been here. I guess I might as well see what I still remember of the all the things I watched together with by friends.

I might skip most of the fan service though.

(And so time continues? to pass)