Alessandra’s POV
Death is chaotic quiet. The kind similar to that when you fall beneath the surface of water and life is muffled around you. My death, however, was ironically short lived. Whatever peace existed in that veil between life and death shattered and I awoke with a start. The drastic need for oxygen pounding into my chest as I was suddenly returned to reality, my body projected forwards, only to question if this may be purgatory. Heaven would exist without pain and hell would subject me to endless torment. Therefore, I was confused as not an inch of my body was spared the ache that existed through each nerve ending. I had died but I didn’t stay dead, but where I was now certainly wasn’t a place of peace. Wherever I was was darker than death, colder than ice, and apparently waiti
