This is a short story I made, dedicated to a good friend who passed away at a young age. If he could talk, if he could tell us now what he thought, he might have said this:

Where am I? I can't feel anything. I'm trying to familiarize this place through my senses but I can't see, hear, and feel a thing. I can't even smell anything, is my chest even moving? I'm not even breathing. Everything is so unreal. I don't know what happened. I'm scared. It feels like a very long way from home. I don't know the way back. I remember going to the beach with my friends. Though we were bummed out at first because I recklessly took the wrong turn and we got lost earlier, every one seemed to be having a great time afterwards. Jonathan, my best bud was making one of his corny jokes, he usually does things like that to mask away his frustration. We've known eachother since we were 5 years old. We went to the same highschool and college. I guess you could say, we've connected in more ways than one. He was trying to impress this girl in the group, Tanya. I don't really know her, she just broke up with her boyfriend so I guess that's the reason why she's being oblivious to Jonathan's moves on her. I was trying to tease them but Jonathan gave my a light punch on the groin. We usually kid like that. I remember looking at each of the faces of my friends. There was Laurence, he's a DJ. He's the type of guy http://marianjanealumbro.blogspot.com/2010/08/short-story-remember-me.html