Story - Part 3: Void

"Where am I?"

She looked around. There was nothing. Empty. Everywhere was grey and misty.

"Hello? Anybody here?"

Footsteps approached her and she turned around. The person's face was covered by a hood.

"Hi..? Can you tell me where am I?"

"You are in the empty space between life and death now."

"Life and death? What do you mean?"

"You have to choose. Do you want to live or die?"

"I-I... Why? What happened?"

"You tried to take your own life."

"I did?"

"You were making amends for your past mistakes."

"I wasn't trying to kill myself!"

"You are here now, aren't you?"

"But- Who are you?"

Without answering, the hooded person turned around and walked away.

"Hey! Where are you going? Don't leave me here!"

"Come."

She followed the hooded person. As they walked, they heard crying sounds.

"That sounds like mother..."

"Yes. She is grieving for you."

"Am I dead then?"

"No. But you will have to choose soon."

"I don't know whether I want to live or not..."

They approached two doors. They stopped.

"The left door leads to Death. The right door leads to Life. The choice is yours. No one can help you make this choice. You do not have much time left. You have to make it now. Live or die?"

"But I... I don't know how to live anymore. The voices... The accusations... The mistakes that I have done..."

"Life is all about making mistakes and learning from it. No matter how big or small. Blaming yourself  is just a waste of time and energy when you could have accomplished so much more had you moved on."

"I don't know if I can live with THAT mistake. I knew it was wrong. Yet I still do it!"

"Then I would say you are just human. But this also says what sort of a human you are. You have good character. You know remorse. You know shame. Many humans do not know that anymore."

"I am a horrible person."

"That, I cannot judge. But when the Judge is willing to forgive and forget, why do you still struggle with it? Why do you still live in the past when you are set free?"

She covered her face and began to cry.

"I don't deserve such goodness! I should die!"

"Unconditional love is boundless. It forgives. It forgets. It accepts. It gives a second chance to a new life."

"But my life is empty and meaningless. The hole in my heart is too much to bear. I will never be able to love again."

"We are made out of love and love we shall forever have. It is part of us. When you are willing to move on, you will see that, in time, you will be able to love again."

"The emptiness?"

"It can be filled. The answer is right in front of you. Seek and you will find."

"I don't know... It's just so hard..."

"Everyone has a chance to choose. But for some, the chance has pass them by and they missed it. For you, your chance is now. It is time for you to make your choice."

"Who are you?"

"Doesn't matter who am I. Time is up. There is no turning back after you made your choice. Choose now."

She looked at the hooded person. Then she looked at the doors. She thought about her whole life and what the hooded person said to her. She took a deep breath.

She opened the door...

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To be continued...

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Story - Part 2: Shattered

Bits and pieces everywhere. It is shattered. Again.

Ouch.

Her tired and tormented mind plus her shattered heart together with her broken soul was driving her to the edge.

"How do I stop feeling? Stop. Please, stop. I can't take this anymore."

One wrong decision. Just one wrong move and it started a chain of events.

Didn't D told her to stop before it's too late? People told her it's wrong. Yet she was too stubborn for her own good and refused to listen to them.

"I will have to live with this for the rest of my life."

"Hypocrite. Dirty. Destroyer." 

There it is again. The accusations that has plunged her mind and soul into the deepest, darkest hole one can only imagine it to be.

She has to stop it. To do that, she has to make amends. Make things right.

The blade lay on her wooden work table in front of her. Shiny. Sharp. Deadly.

She picked it up...

......

"The weather is so hot today!" that's the first thing D said when they met for lunch. "Why are you in long sleeve shirt? Are you feeling alright?" D asked. She smiled and nodded. "Don't you feel hot at all? Goodness!" D exclaimed. She gave another smile and shook her head. Nothing can stop the relief coursing through her whole body. The accusations were gone. She had made amends. Everything was right again.

......

"Hypocrite. Dirty. Destroyer."

"I made amends yesterday! I am supposed to be free!"

"You can never be free! No amendments you make will be enough! You are a whore!"

"Stop! Please, stop! I didn't mean for it to happen this like. I didn't!"

"Think whatever you want. But the truth remains. It is all your fault!"

"No, no, no. No more. No. Stop. I wanted to say no, but-"

"No buts! There are no excuses for your actions! You will go to hell for this! Hypocrite! Destroyer! Whore!"

She lunged for her pencil box that was on the wooden work table. The blade is in there. She has to make amends to stop all these.

......

"Hello."

"Hi."

He stretched out his hand. She took it. A firm handshake. A lingering glance.

"I am your tutor. Let's get started!"

"Okay."

"You are a very lovely girl. Any boyfriends?"

"Um.. Thanks. No, I don't. Never dated before."

"Really? A lovely girl like you is a catch. I would date you if I could."

She laughs shyly, feeling oddly good about herself. It is not very often a guy gives her compliments.

"How about we meet up for tea tomorrow after your class? I know this place that is really good."

"Okay, sure!"

She was so excited about being asked out on a date that she neglected to think about the fact that he isn't all that available and the consequences of her action.

All she cared about is finally being noticed by her a guy.

......

Shattered and broken glass were everywhere. The pieces were gleaming under the white light. She walked towards it and stopped when she reached it.

A sudden pain in her chest brought her to her knees. She cried out. Then she realised her heart was gone and she looked at the gleaming pieces in front of her.

"No... This-this is my heart? But-but... It's broken! No! I need my heart!"

She frantically tried to piece it together again. But it was too shattered. She cut her fingers while trying to piece back her shattered and broken heart. Blood began to flow. 

Now, all she can see is red. It is consuming her. The pain on her hand, her chest. The emptiness. The darkness. 

Something crashed open and she can hear the sound of running footsteps.

Someone is calling her. 

"It's okay. I have made amends. I am free now."

"Have you really? I don't think so..."

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To be continued...

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