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Essay / The inevitable step 4 - 1029
I have no motivation to move. What's the point of continuing if I'm dead? Of course, there's still a small chance that... No. I am dead. It's pretty clear now. I'm done crying, but now I have a numb feeling in my luck. Tap. Tap. Tap. The tapping was really the only thing I knew would always happen, since every now and then I heard it. Tap. try to put the pieces together of this confusing place I find myself in, but something is missing. Okay, I hear tapping when I enter something that moves... Like the elevator, that bus, the subway and now the train. But what does that mean? Wait, which metro? I didn't go on the metro. Press. Maybe it's a reminder. But what does that remind me of? My death? Maybe. Unless I'm dying and unconscious or something. But how can I be unconscious and still be able to think clearly? Plus, I feel depressed. Press. I put that thought aside. It's no use now. Press. Unfortunately, I still can't find any motivation to move. In fact, the reason I moved was the sound of a train door opening. Type. It was the door that led to the room where I saw all the dead bodies. I didn't see any bodies, but what I did see was a man holding a gun. I jump out of my seat, but as soon as I do, the man is gone. Press. My next thought is, “No, no more trains for me.” And I head towards my starting point. I stand next to a pond, the train now gone as soon as I get off. The feeling of numbness, of tearing, returns. No crying, just looking at a pond, and of course, you also can't forget the nothingness and emptiness lurking around the pond. I move closer and place my hands in the water. It's freezing and I take my hand out of the water. I look behind me, hoping for a way so I don't have to swim in the pond, but I...... in the middle of a paper ......e, door ajar and asking to come on board. I take a step on it. I jump around a bit to see floating objects, like phones, candles, books, and even a newspaper hovering above the sets. It's almost like... if people were holding them, I just couldn't see them. I'd seen floating objects like this in this empty place or something before, but never really paid attention to them. I sigh, sitting down where nothing is floating on it. Type. I suddenly want to go home, I feel sad, but not as bad as before.Tap.I feel like my little journey through this place was going to end soon.Tap.It's not even at all how I imagined death. All the things I've experienced. What was that for?Tap.Could this be...Could this be like a test? If I fail, I'm stuck here. Maybe ghosts are real.Tap.Maybe they're stuck here because they didn't survive.Tap.Am I one of those ghosts?Tap.Tap.Tap.