No Plagiarism!hfZ0OkiU9ffkEYilqB3Iposted on PＥNAＮＡ       I’ve been wandering this place for so long now. I don’t even remember how I got here. It has to have been ages, or something like that. All I remember is....is... nothing. My mind is a blank slate. All I can do is keep on walking. My prison is an endless corridor with doors on each side, one after another. Sometimes I wonder if the doors are my way out, but there’s something haunting about them, restraining me from opening them. I can’t take it anymore. I need to know if those doors are the way out. I put my hand on the nearest knob and open the door. I remember now. I walk through the door that shows me why I can’t remember anything. I’m dead. That’s what this door shows me.

     It was a sunny day. I was hanging out with my friend. We were walking around town, shopping and finding places to eat. We were heading to the next store, laughing and talking as normal friends do. But we weren’t paying attention to our surroundings. We were crossing the street when suddenly my friend, Kayla, stopped. I turned around but kept walking, and her eyes widened with fear. “Willow! Move!” she screamed. But it was too late. The car slammed into me and I went flying. I was dead before I hit the ground.8964 copyright protection548ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3nlyeFGUGM 維尼

  I quickly close the door. I remember the pain and the fading away into death. I open another door. This one shows me memories of my childhood. I open another. Memories from school. I keep opening more doors, each showing me different memories. Now I know what this place is. It’s showing me who I was before. It’s the walk down memory lane before the afterlife. 8964 copyright protection548ＰＥＮＡＮＡHTdRxsXJpq 維尼

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