[ WP ] As you lie dying on the linoleum floor , you begin walking towards a light . Suddenly a door appears blocking your way . As you burst through the door , you walk-in on your killer standing over your dead body .

It was cold. 
 So, so very cold. 
 However, what he did was much colder. 
 
 How could he? I put my beliefs, my faith, my life in his seemingly capable hands, and this is what he rewarded me with? After all my loyalty towards him? 
 
 My fading vision rests upon his victorious stance over my dying body, his eyes devoid of any emotion towards me, as if murdering me was as difficult as crushing a puny insect under his boot. I was so used to those same eyes filled with warmth, to accentuate his cheerful tone he had with me, in order to keep up our once friendly relationship. I refuse to believe now, that those same eyes back then were his. 
 
 A blinding light burst into the scene, as all of a sudden I felt a very strong attraction towards it. That attraction started pulling me to it, lulling me closer and closer to its reach. I did n't mind, as I felt that I was growing farther and farther away from the man who betrayed me. 
 
 Though, I did have one regret. That I wo n't be able to exact my revenge off on him. If anything, I wanted go back to that shitty world just to get back at him. 
 
 That's when it happened. The force pulling on me stopped, and the white light underwent a metamorphosis into a black door. Its silver handle twisted slowly to open and reveal what laid behind the door. 
 
 Pure, black, nothingness. 
 
 The pulling force came back, and dragged me into the door with breakneck speed. 
 
 White engulfed my vision for a few moments, before I found myself standing in front of him again, while he himself was standing over my dead body. 
 
 Information flooded my mind. 
 
 I knew I lived again. 
 
 I knew that was my body. 
 
 I knew I did n't have much time before he would come out of his shock. 
 
 I knew this was my only chance to remove my regret. 
 
 A guttural, raging roar exploded from my mouth as I put all my strength into pouncing onto him, ready to crush him like he did with me. 
 
 If I threw away my ticket to heaven just to claim my vendetta, then you're going down to hell with me. 
 
 ( First time writing something like this on this subreddit- I'm new to reddit myself lel. 
 Improvised on the spot, would love criticism. Thanks! )
