My eyes open, yet I am not welcomed by the bright lights of the morning sun in the hospital. No, quite the opposite. What I see is darkness and only darkness.

“What's going on?”

I'm trying to control my panicked breathing, but with my heart pumping as if it was trying to win the Olympics, I quickly lost my cool.

“HELLO!!!!!!”

“Anyone there!!!!”

“Please….”

“I don't wanna be alone anymore.”

“MOM, DAD!!”

“ANYONE!!!!!”

Compose yourself. This is just a bad dream. It has to be right? Just one of those vivid nightmares where it feels real but isn't. Let me just think about this for a moment.

After a good 10 minutes passed, I finally managed to regain my composure. I guess standing around here wouldn't help me wake up.

That's when I decided to start walking in a random direction. It felt like days passed yet there still wasn't any change. “When am I gonna wake up? I'm gonna wake up, right?”

This feels so real. Did I pass away? Is this the afterlife? If it is, then all those Jehovah's witnesses have no clue what they are talking about. What did I do anyway to deserve this? I simply wanted to be able to live a normal life.

After finishing these rambling thoughts, he looks up.

“Is this some kind of sick joke for you? Why do you want me to suffer?!”

Feeling more resented and confused about his fate, he decides to continue walking.

Walking

walking

walking

walking

He walked for 10 years. Until he finally arrived.