[ WP ] You commit a murder suicide . Suddenly your face to face with your victim in the afterlife

I open my eyes to the sound of a repetitious sort of bang, bang, bang. The air is almost refreshing. Cool and damp enough to taste the moisture. Must be a cave. Must be a dream, I must have fallen asleep, I... 
 Oh. Right. The memory comes back to me with an overwhelming jolt. My head rushes for a moment with excitement that quickly travels down to my stomach. 
 I know this feeling, I remember this sick to my stomach, pack of butterflies trying to escape feeling. 
 
 The frames come back to me piece by piece. The days leading up to deciding, the preparation on the day of, the moments before I actually did it, I actually followed through with the thing. 
 
 I opened my eyes and first noticed how bright it was. I braced myself, squinted a bit, but quickly realized this light was different. As bright as it was, why did n't my eyes need adjusting? I looked around at the white around me for some sort of clue as to where I was. The banging started again. More like a thumping, I guess. 
 Thump, Thump, Thump. I looked around intently trying to identify the source. 
 That's when I saw him. Could n't be him, though, could it? 
 I killed him. Hell, I killed me. I... 
 
 `` Zack! Thought you'd never wake up!'' 
 
 He called to me, his eyes widening. 
 First, his fists were clenched, and he was pounding, with both of his hands, 
 against what seemed to be a doorway, or at least was the shape of a doorway. 
 
 I snapped upwards. I stood up and feigned confidence, and acted alert. 
 `` Mark.'' I nodded to him. My eyes darted around the room a bit but made sure to maintain connection to his gaze as well. 
 
 `` Here we are. What do you think of it?'' 
 
 He was smiling now. Manically smiling, his hand was held out with his palm up motioning to the room, or to the place we were in, as if presenting it to me as an overly friendly realtor. 
 
 `` Best I can tell this is what we've got now. This is the hell you've put us in, friend. Why the fuck am I here with you, Zack? Why did you do this to me?'' 
 
 I gazed at him thoughtlessly for a moment. I had trouble finding words. 
 
 `` You...'' I started. My voice cracked a bit, I looked down towards the white floor. Same white as the walls, same white as the ceiling. I somehow relocated my gumption once again and snapped my gaze upwards back at him, 
 
 `` You put you here. You put me here, you sick bastard!'' 
 `` How's that?'' 
 `` My love... she never came back from it... 
 she slipped away after you were through with her. 
 She was n't herself at first, and then she was nobody. 
 She could n't speak, she could n't feel...'' 
 
 Mark looked away briefly, he relaxed his stance, and then sat down on the white floor. `` She was supposed to love me,'' he said. `` She was always supposed to love me. I did n't mean to...'' 
 
 `` I always knew it was you, Mark, it could n't have been anyone else...'' 
 
 

