Afterlife--[Brand & RadioSuitcase]
It was a vast darkness, an endless black sea, a place where the sky and the ground blended seamlessly together, going on forever. At first, the air was heavy, suffocating, as though underwater, yet not. It was cold, freezing, and then warm. The world turned, and suddenly, the sky was lit up with a million tiny stars. The ground appeared, the darkness transforming into knee-high grass, and wildflowers. There was nothing else in this place.
Lydia was transfixed, lying on her back in the grass, her eyes facing upwards at the twinkling stars. She was not sure when it happened - One moment, she was blind, she couldn't breath, and then suddenly, she was here. Reaching upwards with one arm, she stared at the back of her hand. The nails were painted red, but she had no recollection of ever painting them. She combed her fingers through her short hair, noting that it was almost as black as the sky. Had she always had dark hair? For some reason, she could not remember. She could not even remember what color her eyes were, though anyone looking at her could tell her they were a light blue.
The girl was dead. At 18 years-old, she had taken her own life. And as her heart stopped beating, and her brain shut down, her mind was wiped clean. This field was not where she died, it was a place she had never been to before. She had died wearing dark jean shorts, a t-shirt, a light jacket, and worn sneakers, and she awoke here still wearing them, though they were dry now. They had been soaked through only a short while ago.
Despite being lost, and feeling very empty, there was something comforting in the air. Sitting up, she surveyed the field around her, looking left and right, before hunching forward. She pulled her knees towards her chest, her arms wrapping around her legs.
Was this right? It didn't feel right. Had she always been here? Minutes passed by, and yet nothing came to mind. There were no memories in her head, there was nothing to think of. Lydia bowed her head down, wanting to cry, but finding the tears refused to come. Had she always felt so empty inside? Why was no one else here?