If you had asked me what happened, I probably wouldn't be able to answer... it's just a slick sheet of white static that blurs across my mind when I think back.

I woke up in a place I didn't recognize. It was a white empty room. There's was no defined things in the room. It was literally just a white empty space. I pressed my hands against the floor only to sit up immediantly. I couldn't feel anything. No cold, no warmth, just a slight numbing experience. I stared at my hands in confusion. What is wrong with me?

I at first hit my hand against the floor lightly. I still felt nothing. This time I hit it harder. Nothing. No pain or anything. So the third time I raised my hand up and slammed it as hard as possible against the floor. Again, nothing was felt. I stared down at my hands in a dazed confusion trying to figure out if it was me or the floor.

I sat quietly thinking about if anything else was off with my body. There was also the strange fact that I wasn't breathing. I didn't feel any need to draw in a breath. I frowned at this revelation. I checked myself for a pulse. Nothing.

Before I knew what happened I was tearing up in fear and confusion, but the tears didn't fall. I choked on my sobs, waiting for the tears that never flowed, just making me cry even harder. I sat on that floor and cried for a long period of time. When my sobs finally became unneeded gasps I curled into myself. Waiting for something else to happen...

It was hours before finally something had happened. There was a loud click and a whoosh as the door slowly swung open. A door I actually didn't see before. I scrambled back to the back wall, pressing myself as close to it as possible. A person appeared before me dressed in all white. Just like everything else I've seen here. I couldn't tell you the gender nore much else because of the garments and what looked like a gas mask?

I opened my mouth but nothing came out, fear consuming my vocal cords preventing me from speech. The person stepped forward roughly grabbing me by the arm, dragging me behind them as they left the room. There seemed to be absolutely no color anywhere. Just white.

We finally came to another room. It looked like a pure white office. There was furniture but again nothing had color. I seemed to be the only thing actually containing color in this place.  Another person sat behind the desk. They had hardly any distinguishing features. It was like a blank mannequin face. However it had a file in its hand. It also was able to speak. The person holding my arm jerked me over to a seat and shoved me down into it.

The person behind the desk finally opened the file and started to speak. "Okay so Layla Quinn. Hmm so no outstanding accomplishments, brown hair, blue eyes. Not especially talented. Mostly extremely boring and had a boring life. Death by getting hit with a car. Average in every way," he rattled off.

My eyes widened in fear. That's right. I was hit by a car and now I'm dead... OH GOD! If I'm dead does this mean I'm on the other side?? I clutched my head in frustration. "Okay," the man behind the desk said "Take her to the factory, she won't be moving on, just recycle her body and discard her soul please." I stared to panic. What did he mean recycle!?

The other person proceeded to drag me off again back down the hall. We came to a very large room with many machines whirling. I stumbled back slightly. On a conveyer belt lay many different types of people looking more than a little dead. What was most frightening was my vacant bloody body was on that conver belt. As my body reached the end of the line it was brutally torn to bits and tbe person whispered in my ear "recycling bin here we go." And with that he shoved me over the edge of the platform into a dark tube...