User blog:GazzaB9/Today I Died, A Fantasy Story

Entry 1
So... today I died... I was walking home from work with my mates Josh and Charlene. I work, or I guess worked, at the I.T. department of a law firm. The firm wasn't all that big so it only really needed me, Josh, and Charlene as their tech support.

Josh was my best friend before I died. He was one of the funniest guys I ever met. I'm really gonna miss him. Charlene and I were also pretty good friends. I even had a crush on her for a little bit, but he was Josh's girl and I didn't want to get in the way of that so I never really said anything. I'm still pretty sure Josh knew and just didn't bring it up though.

The day I died we were walking to a diner together like we always did. And then, out of nowhere, this one drunken guy came up to us singing to himself. I don't know what he was singing but it's really not important. He started making some... remarks at Charlene's expense.

Usually, Charlene was the type to just blow off remarks like that, but the guy was so persistent it became kind of uncomfortable just to hear. Josh became more and more worked up about the whole thing until he turned and yelled at the guy to shut up. The prick stared at Josh for a good while until he took a swing.

I pushed Josh out the way and he hit me instead. And let me tell you, the guy was short and fat as well but I'd be damned if he didn't pack a punch... It was like time slowed down for me as I fell, bashing the back of my head on the side of the road and... well, you can probably imagine what happened.

The next thing I knew, everything went black... then white... and then my vision returned. When I "woke up", for lack of a better term, I was sitting in the middle of a forest. It was a green, beautiful place that was filled with nothing but the sounds of nature.

Currently, I'm living inside a small shack that seems abandoned. I found it and this journal next to a nearby river. I'm not really sure where I am, how I'm alive, or even IF I'm actually alive but I'm just glad I didn't have my entire life cut short in an instant like that.

Truth be told, I'm not sure why I'm keeping this journal. Maybe it's because I want someone to know my story. Maybe it's a way of processing all of this. Or maybe I just wanted to write this down. But I'll try to write in it as often as possible. And if anyone found this journal on my... I guess second dead body, thanks for taking the time to read it.