After two near-death experiences, Aaron thought he wouldn’t fear the afterlife, but this time was different. Before, there was a tunnel of light, something tethering him to reality. Now, it was a tunnel of blackness. This time, nothing held him back as he spiraled down, down, down into oblivion, helpless and alone.
Days, months, minutes, years—time meant nothing as the swirling waters faded into a foggy cyclone. It tossed Aaron this way and that, like a limp towel in the spin cycle. This couldn’t be all there was? To be lost in a dark void forever, alone, cut off from everyone and everything he ever loved.
“Why now?”
Nothing.
“Why is this time different?”
No one. No answer.
“Why?”
His voice didn’t even echo. It was swallowed, choked off by the non-existent air. That was impossible. He needed air to breathe, to live. And that’s when he noticed the stillness within his lungs.
Denial gave way to anger, and he kicked and screamed until his voice was ragged and torn. He didn’t deserve this. Where was the light? His mom? Why had the image of Ruth abandoned him when he needed her most?
Because you abandoned her to the same fate, Aaron. You lived when she died in that river. It’s only fitting that you would suffer the same way. Payback’s a bitch.
No, that was madness talking. Ruth wasn’t like that. His sister loved him. She wouldn’t want him to suffer. It had been an accident, not his fault.
If only he could have one more chance. Josh needed him. Home, it was all he could think about. A warm bed, Josh and his dad arguing down the stairs, even the smell of whisky on his dad’s breath, he would treasure it all.
There was no escape. Exhaustion dragged at his limbs. His soul and his body relaxed, accepting his fate, his death. Nothing left to do but succumb and hope it would all be over soon, that he would find peace at the end of this journey. Go with the flow, ever downward, ever darker.
After an immeasurable time, the funnel slowed, and he noticed spots of light within the swirling gray. Pictures flashed on the wall of the maelstrom. Was this what people meant when they said their life passed before their eyes? He expected to see Josh, his dad, but instead he saw a mirage of flashing images, doors opening to show him a brief glimpse of strange worlds beyond before closing again.
One held a million tiny bubbles with glowing fireflies blinking in and out. Another showed the image of a tree made entirely of white butterflies. Then came cities of glass, piles of bones in a desert wasteland, and fields of ice with wraiths dancing beneath a green moon. Some light, some dark, all strange and wondrous.
Next, the portal opened on a garden being swallowed by darkness. Piercing screams tore through a swirling mist, and the smell of smoke and sulfur choked his lungs.
Sobs drew Aaron’s attention. There, in the middle of the twisting fog, sat a girl. She wept, a box held tight in her hands as demons destroyed the beauty and serenity of her home. As her tears fell on the wood, a rainbow of phosphorescent runes etched themselves upon the box, fading a second later. The writing seemed oddly familiar to Aaron, and his memory fumbled the puzzle of it over and over in his head, trying to find the answer to the curling shapes, but before he could decipher their meaning, the window slammed closed, and he was dragged down once again.
Still, he fell, the portals winking open and closed before him. When he stopped to float in front of a work of art, complete with an ornate gold frame, hope that his journey might be over surged through him.
A boy, similar to him with the same dark hair and green eyes, stood bare-chested in a field dotted with purple and white flowers. His face looked slightly more chiseled than Aaron’s, and a bit older, too. His beauty stood out, unparalleled, complete with muscles, sword and a short red tunic. Instead of Aaron’s pale white, the boy in the image had skin that glowed darker, as if the sun were trapped beneath the flesh. Unlike Aaron, his arms were blemish-free, no sign of his attempted suicide etched for the entire world to see. Aaron gasped as the boy in the image unfurled a set of golden-red wings that spread behind him in a twelve-foot span.
In the distance, an ivory tower sliced through the blood-orange horizon, its stained glass windows casting three-hundred-sixty-degree rainbows across the landscape. Aaron’s heart ached, and a longing he’d never felt before brought a tear to his eye. Deep down, he sensed this was his heaven, and he was ready to go. Finally, he would be home.
Are you here for me? Aaron asked the angel, reaching out a hand to see if he could step through the painting and join him in paradise. The angel nodded and reached back, but before they could touch, something sucked him farther down the vortex and away from the one place he wanted to be. Sorrow filled him. Despair and anger made their way through him like poison as the portal winked shut, and he found himself wrapped in darkness, spinning on and on with no end in sight.