Isabella was dead. As sure as she could feel the blood oozing down her forehead and dripping off her nose and hear the resonating sound of screaming, she knew in her soul it was true.
The slow motion awareness of floating crystals filling the space in front of her was surreal. She had closed her eyes and her mind to events taking place at the moment. There was no pain. No moment of recalling special moments throughout her life. Only peace and quiet.
Unsure if this was a dream or not, Isabella decided to force her body to move. An arm. A leg. Simply open an eyelid. The eyelids appeared to be the only workable option.
A hallway in front of her seemed to stretch for eternity. Doors were all along both sides of the vast hall that ended in blackness at the other end. Without warning, a voice spoke that wasn't near her but yet seemed to be all around her.
Isabella, you have to make a decision now. Behind these doors are all of your memories that have consumed your subconcious for your whole life. You now have an opportunity to go through one of these doors and make a change to one thing, good or bad, that will determine the outcome of your death. The other option is for you to walk the length of this hall into the darkness and change nothing. The only thing I must tell you is that no matter what you decide you will still have your whole death ahead of you.
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