fifty-one

I was dead.

I must be dead. There was no other reason against it. The level of comfortness and lightness I was feeling, it was hardly describable. My mind was finally at a place of perfect silence. So peaceful, I didn't want to wake up. I didn't think I could, but then, I did.

Forcing my heavy lids open, I lifted my weary head from a leather cushion.

Suddenly, much like the lightning, a rush of blurry memories illuminated my mind. A more realistic jolt I felt shooting through my body as I awake and became fully conscious.

What happened next unfolded like a terrible silent movie. As I began to look around, I came to realize I was sitting in the back of a van. I looked out the window, and there was nothing but darknes