Day 1 | Beginning | Dag 1 | Begin

I remember lying on the cold ground, while the snow was falling slowly from the clouds above me. I remember voices. Quiet voices, whispering about something I couldn't hear. I still don't know if their voices where too quiet, or if my ears were to tired to listen. I remember my life was slipping out of my body, slowly fading away, like a beautiful, red sunset. Beautiful, yes. For some reason, it was beautiful, not sad.
Blood. I remember blood, a red liquid dripping from my body. But I still can't figure out why it was there. Did I fall? Did I have an accident? Or maybe I was attacked? Sometimes I try to remember it very clearly, but there are only some vague images floating through my memories.
Blood. Snow. Voices. These are the only things I know from my life. Here, there is no blood, no snow, but voices, yes. There are lots of voices, haunting me day and night. But I am not scared, because nothing can happen. I'm already dead, so what could probably scare me now?
Memories, yes, they are scaring me, haunting me, just like the voices in my head.
Life. Dead. To which category do I belong? I don't know, and when I think about it, my mind is running in circles, running away from something I don't know or acknowledge.
What has happened to me? Is the only thing I can think about now, when I'm here, in this world of shadow.
I've tried to run away many times, but everything looks the same, I can't seem to tell the places in my new world apart. And to me, it's like I always end up in the same place. I've cried, I've screamed, but now I know that it doesn't matter anymore. I cannot change my destiny, nor can I run away from it.
This is my life and my dead. This is my end and my beginning.