I had a dream and wrote it down as best as I can remember it.
They say when you die, your entire life flashes before your eyes. That’s true, but it doesn’t always all happen in the moment before your death. Humans have a sixth sense that can see into the metaphysical realm. It can see around corners, across vast distances, and even into the future. The day you die, sometimes, you think about your entire life—mostly your biggest successes and greatest mistakes—until it reaches up to the present, and then you die. That’s what happened today. This is the story about the day I died.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.
It started out like any other day. I woke up, put on my school uniform, grabbed my books, bag, key, and train pass, and headed out the door. I always hated having breakfast at home, so I stopped by a local noodle shop.
It was a popular spot for students, being right next to the train station. Well, the old train station. The new one was a few blocks down; police had discovered a set of caves leading off one of the tracks, and the station owner decided it could be a tourist attraction. The station owner also happened to own the noodle I was sitting in, so there was a wide stairway down into the station.
I ordered a bowl of noodles and wandered down the stairs while I waited. It always took about 15 minutes, and my train wasn’t for another 20. Perhaps if we were closer to the city it would be faster. My feet wandered down the old path I used to take before the noodle shop opened, carrying me away from the tracks, and toward an un-tiled section of the wall, where you could reach out and touch the bare rock, if it weren’t fenced off. Behind the fenced off area was a large crack in the wall. Though perhaps crack is a loose word. You could easily walk through it, but it was pretty much what you might imagine when thinking of a mountain cave. Jagged, sloping sides coming to a point near the top, almost as though someone had cut it with a knife.
On the wall next to the crack, but behind the fence, was a metal plate titled “Hatawete Cavern”. IT talked about a girl named Suzumi Hatawete who had died in the caverns beyond this crack in the wall, by falling to her death. Her body was lost in the caverns, and is probably still down there somewhere. I don’t know if anything lives down that far. What it didn’t say, what I knew, and most people didn’t, was where she died.
As the next train pulled out of the station, I lo