Chapter 9

My name is violet. I have lived a horrible life, many things have happened to me that I detest. I wanted this to all end. So i decided to commit suicide but… I didn't die. I woke up in a white room which at first I thought was heaven but rather it was just the beginning of hell. The room had no windows and no doors. It was just a blank space. "I thought heaven would be a little different than this," I said , a little disappointed. There was no one there, just me alone. I decided all I could do was just wait and see what would happen. It felt like a long time had passed. Someone finally appeared. It was a man, Really handsome I might add. "Violet is your name, am I right?" He asked, that's was weird. How did he know my name? A bunch of questions swirled around in my head, questions that I knew he wouldn't answer. "Yes, that is my name," I said.

"Great, so I haven't got the wrong person. Violet, would you like to enter a parallel universe, one where your suffering will end each day?"

"What do you mean by each day?"

"That's a secret. If you don't agree you will have to return to your world and you will have to live. I know that's not easy, " He said cunningly. He knew how hard it was for me to have to survive each day of my life. The simple little things that a normal person does like getting out of bed and taking a shower were hard for me. "I chose the first option" he said okay and I was transported to a different world. Once I was in the new world I decided to explore and get some food as I was quite hungry. I kept on looking and met some nice people but I couldn't find any food. Right when I was about to give up I found some. It was an animal. I didn't like killing animals but I was really hungry.

I made a spear out of a rock and a branch. I filed the rock till it was sharp on a hard surface and was ready to go. Luckily I knew some martial arts. Once I killed the animal, next was making a fire. The only problem was I didn't know how to make a fire. I decided to do that method you see on tv and use some rocks. At least I think that was the method. So I started rubbing them together and it started a fire but I put too much wood so the fire started getting really big. The fire then continued to embrace me in its flames. I was scared, scared that I was going to die in a painful way.

In the process of being burned to death, my body experienced burns to my exposed tissue, changes in content and distribution of body fluid, fixation of tissue, and shrinkage (especially of the skin). My Internal organs shrunk due to fluid loss. Shrinkage and contraction of my muscles caused joints to flex and the body to adopt the boxer stance, with my elbows and knees flexed and the fists clenched. The shrinkage to the neck started strangling me and the fluid shifts, especially in the skull and in the hollow organs of the abdomen, caused pseudo-hemorrhages in the form of heat hematomas.

The amount of pain experienced was great at the beginning of the burning process before the flame burnt my nerves, after which my skin did not hurt. So I then died at the hands of fire. When I woke up I found myself in that white room again. I was out of breath from that death. I truly regretted choosing the first option. I should've just chosen the second one, but it was too late and I knew that. Then the man from before appeared. "Hello! I see you've just finished your first day of your new life!" He said, all angel-like. I'm sure he knew what had happened on my first day. "How come I'm still alive?" I said threatenly