The Small Boy Stuck In Between. Twee Finch.

There was naught but a shot of pain, and then nothing. Night and day became one, as did
the seasons and everything in between. I could sense that the illusion of time was no
longer looming over my head; it did not exist. Then there was noise and swirling lights;
all dark lights that I came to see were emotions of sadness, fear and shock. The white
noise turned to screams and sobs yet I was still here. My mother was right here, next to
me, why was she crying?

I called to her “Mumma, mumma I am here!” she did not stir. “Mumma!” I reached for
her arm, by my hand just passed through her. What was happening to me? Suddenly, she
walked right through me, through my existence, she could not see me, or feel me. Yet I
was there. She turned around grasping a small boy’s body on the ground. My body. I
stood in front of her, held my hands up in the air, anything I could do to get her attention,
yet it was useless. I could do nothing, she could not hear me, or see me. Her swirling light
was the darkest. It was of grief and despair.

I felt wonderful. I felt alive, yet I could not have been. I was trapped between life and
death, yet perhaps life was an illusion. Feelings were gone, hidden by the overwhelming
sense of peace. There were no feelings in this strange new land. Only the dark swirling
lights, the sobs and in between it all, there was me. I wondered if I was really dead, or if
this was another of those dreams that took my existence over while I lay asleep. Yet this
was different, this dream, I felt no fear, no feeling. I was not in my world, the human
world. I was trapped in the spirit world, waiting for something more. For the first time in
my short life, I was completely alone.

I lifted my feet, and it was easy, body movements were simple, yet I needed no breath, or
vision. When my eyes were closed, I could still see the figures of the people in my mind.
I could see the swirling lights, and feel the noises closing in on me. Maybe there was
someone else here with me. I wondered if everyone who died came here first. There must
be more people.

I walked, yet I was graceful. Gliding the streets would have better described my
movements. Gliding the streets in search of another like me. I searched, and searched,
and finally, there she was.

She was a young girl, perhaps a little older than me, and she had a light too, yet she was
in my world. I saw her light, white lights, surrounding her existence and they were
beautiful. She looked at me, and laughed. “Well you sure seem to be new around here,
why haven’t you moved on yet?” Her laugh was like bells, a glorious sound. I stuttered
not knowing what do say. “Moved on miss? Well I don’t know how…” She laughed at
me, the bells chiming in accordance to the white lights shimmering around her. “Well
you should have said so” She turned her back on me, and pointed towards a door, “See
that door over there? You need to go in that room, that’s how you move on silly, most of
us get attracted to that door naturally, I just hang around here, to keep and eye on the
people of my old world.”
I looked at the door, it was beautiful and I immediately felt a pull towards it. I could feel
myself gliding to the door, powerless to stop it, and before I knew it, I was there.
Rainbow lights shining out of the cracks, I opened the door. I passed through life and
dead, light and darkness, and then for the very last time there was nothing.

I felt breath in my lungs, what a peculiar feeling, and heard the soft cry of a baby, me. I
had passed through life and dead, and then my mind was blank.