OtherSilhouette(2012-08-22 04:04:22)I look around me. I don't know where or who I am. All I know is what I see. I am in a large hall, with large white tiles. There are marble pillars with designs running down from the floor to the dark blue flower-designed ceiling. The walls are baby blue with no windows, but yet its light as day. A few yards from me is a large chair, black around its corners and decorated with blue x's all alond, and a detailed skull with a ruby on its forehead where the seated's head would rest.
I look down at myself. I have a white sheet tied around my waist and dropping like a dress to my knees. Nothing covers my pale feet There are another two sheet tied around my waist to my shoulders, forming a V at my lower chest. Clean, white rags tighten the sheet's knots.
That is all I know. All reality is drawn from me, I feel nothing, only see. I feel like collapsing, dying.
I just focus on the Skull's ruby to keep me up. I turn away, examine a pillar. See its carved lines running down.
When I turn back at the chair, there is a big man sitting there. Dressed exactly like me, but wearing a golden belt to sustain his sheets. I look into his dark eyes. He has long, white and grey hair reaching his neck, and a buffy beard up to his nose. He doesn't blink, just stairs into my eyes, deeply concentrated like I was on the skull's ruby.
This goes on for I don't know how long, but I eventually break the ice. "Where am I?" I ask slowly, in a screechy, deep voice. "You don't know? You are here for final judgement." he replies, briefly.
These words circle my brain in confusion, each word attacking me one at a time, feeling my pulse better every time.
"Are you still confsed?" he questions. I give nothing but a concerned nod, looking once again at my pale feet, realizing reality before he can say it.
"You are dead, son. I am God."
No suspension, no holding back, just blurting it out. Because he knew I knew.
I look around me. I don't know where or who I am. All I know is what I see. I am in a large hall, with large white tiles. There are marble pillars with designs running down from the floor to the dark blue flower-designed ceiling. The walls are baby blue with no windows, but yet its light as day. A few yards from me is a large chair, black around its corners and decorated with blue x's all alond, and a detailed skull with a ruby on its forehead where the seated's head would rest.
I look down at myself. I have a white sheet tied around my waist and dropping like a dress to my knees. Nothing covers my pale feet There are another two sheet tied around my waist to my shoulders, forming a V at my lower chest. Clean, white rags tighten the sheet's knots.
That is all I know. All reality is drawn from me, I feel nothing, only see. I feel like collapsing, dying.
I just focus on the Skull's ruby to keep me up. I turn away, examine a pillar. See its carved lines running down.
When I turn back at the chair, there is a big man sitting there. Dressed exactly like me, but wearing a golden belt to sustain his sheets. I look into his dark eyes. He has long, white and grey hair reaching his neck, and a buffy beard up to his nose. He doesn't blink, just stairs into my eyes, deeply concentrated like I was on the skull's ruby.
This goes on for I don't know how long, but I eventually break the ice. "Where am I?" I ask slowly, in a screechy, deep voice. "You don't know? You are here for final judgement." he replies, briefly.
These words circle my brain in confusion, each word attacking me one at a time, feeling my pulse better every time.
"Are you still confsed?" he questions. I give nothing but a concerned nod, looking once again at my pale feet, realizing reality before he can say it.
"You are dead, son. I am God."
No suspension, no holding back, just blurting it out. Because he knew I knew.
After all, he says he is god.