The Abyss-Unknown

The Abyss - Unknown
Death. It is an odd thing, one moment you’re sitting in front of a desk pondering how to answer the question in front of you, the next extreme pain as if you’re entire body is being roasted alive. Then, well nothing. Just darkness, dull and boring. Those were the thoughts of the boy as he drifted in the abyss. His mortal coil no longer existence, only a dimly lit sphere in its place.
“I’m not sure what’s worse, exams or this...” he muttered inwardly, originally he hadn’t been so calm when he entered the abyss. With his death only moments before, he immediately struggled to breathe and move around as he screamed, the trauma from his death still raw in his memory. But after a while the now trapped soul he calmed down, only
Whilst letting out an inward sign, he turned his viewpoint from his pitiful existence to further examine the abyss. On first glance, one would assume that nothing existed in the void, but upon further inspection the boy found that there were other balls of light present within it. Slowly drifting, but much to his growing horror the boy discovered that these lights would be extinguished almost as soon as they came into existence. Dread filled his soul as he noticed his own sphere of light growing dimmer with each passing moment. He had already died, there was no knowing what came after death, only possibly oblivion. The light continued to fade, as his anxiety grew, he began to scream internally as he consciousness began to fade along with the light. Oblivious to the feeling of warmth, and the soft sounds that greeted him when it
It’s the red building next to the Thatcher’s remember?” he said slowly, the anxiety clearly plastered across his face. The boy nodded hastily, understanding slowly dawning on his face before rushing outside. Robert looked at his child leaving with pride, at the age of ten the boy was the spitting image of him when he was at that age. Broad shouldered and tall even for his age. With raven dark hair, blue eyes and with a strong jawline. The boy was everything a man would want in a son and more, strong and fair. But without the temper or the temperament that usually followed it. The boy was as steadfast as a