The room was bare white with nothing on the walls except one window looking out into the clear blue sky. A man sat behind a simple white desk sifting through an endless amount of paperwork. Everything was perfectly peaceful with nothing out of place, not even a scuff on the pale hard wood floors. I didn’t want to disturb the peace, but I had to get some answers.
Excuse me?
Where am I?
What!?
How did I even get here?
In disbelief: A car crash! Are you serious?
Oh my gosh! Was anyone else involved?
Who was it?
My best friends? Are they okay?
Thank God. I still don’t get why I am here.
I am dead!?
So I am alive?
Do I even exist?
Will I get to go back?
Screaming: Please just tell me I can. I am begging you.
Softer: It is my decision right?
I can’t really remember much.
What would you do?
Umm I guess
What do I do now?

Standing in an operating room, the beeps were endless. Doctors raced around whoever was on the table. Pain in my chest is forming. Thoughts, feelings, everything is fading. Repetitive sounds transforming into a single long continuous tone. Slipping from the now silent room, I can barely hear the words…time of death 2:52 a.m.