Tell me about the car accident.
Not much to tell. I don’t remember much of it. There was a thud, horrible pain, then nothing.
Not absolute nothing. There was something, but it wasn’t real.
What was the something?
Tell me about death.
It was beautiful.
All of it. I didn’t want to come back. When he told me it wasn’t my time, I cried and begged not to come back. He wouldn’t listen. There was so much pain waking up, I was unsure for a long time if maybe I’d gone to hell.
What convinced you?