-NOTE-
Though I don't consider it so in the least, there is the possibility of this offending you if you are particularly religious, but, if you chose to read it, please remember, this is not meant to be so.
An empty room. That was all I saw before me. The hellish sounds of fear yelped in my ear. The room was very dark, but somehow I knew what was in it. It was calling me in. My knees were weak. The very last thing I wanted to do was go in. I knew the door would be locked behind me. I would be consumed by an endless darkness that would tie me down forever. It was terrible. I turned around. On this end, there was familiarity. The thing I so desperately craved and ached for. No. It was more then that. It was the pain of what bound me to myself. The selfish souls of those not yet experienced hung about in the room. None of them knew it. They hadn't seen the room. It was my choice. But was it really? One day, eventually, I would have to go into that dark room. One day. Did it have to be today? No, it didn't. It would just be the same thing later, were I to avoid it now. Most people are forced into the room, kicking and screaming all the while. Not I though. Not I...I faced the door again. I walked in. I found myself smiling. Heard it shut. Heard the click of the lock. In a way, it was the terrible place I imagined. But it was more than that. It was a weightless place. I...I was free.
This was just something I came up with. For those of you that don't understand, it is about someone on the verge of death. The person was able to choose which way they wanted to go. I'll say no more, and let you have your own thoughts on it.
