Silence.
Bleakness.
A sigh of annoyance.
A tapping of a shoe.
Is this it?
Is this what death truly is?
ǝʌlǝʍʇ dn ǝʞɐʍ
She was sat at a train station, waiting for a train that would never come to get her.
Trains would pass, but never stop.
Every single time she heard the sound of one approaching she would hold her breath, hoping today was the day she would be removed from this hell.
It didn't matter how long she waited, how much she complained to herself, there was nothing she could do to stop the trains.
She knew she was dead, she knew this wasn't normal, she didn't understand where she was.
For the first couple of months, she assumed it was a waiting room, somewhere you'd wait until it was decided whether you would go to heaven or hell.
But she'd now figured out there was no heaven or hell, just nothing.
ǝɹǝɥ ǝq oʇ pǝsoddns ʇou ǝɹ'no⅄
She didn't know how long she'd been there.
She'd lost count of the days.
She could only wait for someone or something to stop the train, to help her.
But no one came.
She was left there all alone in her own personal limbo.
˙ǝᴉp oʇ ǝɯᴉʇ ɹnoʎ ʇou s'ʇI
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electric // mike wheeler
Fanfiction"So... you can manipulate electricity. That's cool." "What i-is electicity?" - In which a scared girl finds herself with another scared girl and come across three confused boys. Mike wheeler x Fem!oc Season 1-4
