I have no motivation to move. What's the point of going on if I'm dead? Of course there's still a small chance that... No. I'm dead. Now it's quite clear. I stopped crying, but now I have a numb feeling in my occasion.Tap.Tap.Tap.The beating was really the only thing I knew would always happen, since I felt it every now and then.Tap.I try to put it together the pieces of this bewildering place I find myself in, but I'm missing something. Ok, I hear thumps when I enter something that moves... Like the elevator, that bus, the subway and now the train. But what does it mean? Wait, which subway? I haven't been in a subway. Touch. Maybe it's a reminder. Reminding me of what though? My death? Perhaps. Unless he's dying and, well, he's unconscious or something. But how can I be unconscious and still be able to think clearly? Plus, I feel depressed. Touch. I put the thought aside. Now it's no longer needed. Touch. Unfortunately I don't have the motivation to move yet. In fact, the reason I moved was the sound of the train door opening. Tap. It was the door that led to the room where I saw all the dead bodies. I didn't see any of the bodies, but what I did see was a man with a gun in his hand. I jump out of my seat, but as soon as I do, the man disappears. Touch. My next thought is, “No, no more trains for me.” And I head back the way I came. I'm standing next to a pond, the train has left as soon as I get off. The numb, excruciating feeling returns. Don't cry, just stare at a pond, and of course you can't forget the nothingness and emptiness that lies around the pond. I walk over and put my hands in the water. It's freezing and I take my hand out of the water. I look behind me, hoping for a path so I don't have to swim in the pond, but I...... middle of paper......e, the door ajar and I ask to be let in. I step on it. I jump around a bit to see floating objects, such as phones, kindles, books, and even a newspaper suspended above the sets. It's almost like... if people were holding them, I just couldn't see them. I'd seen floating objects like this before in this empty place or something, but I'd never paid any attention to it. I sigh, sitting down in a spot where nothing floats on top. Touch. I suddenly long for home, I feel sad, but not as bad as before.Tap.I feel like my little journey through this place will end soon.Tap.This isn't even how I imagined death. All the things I've been through. What was it for? Touch. Could it be... Could it be like a test? If I fail, I'm stuck here. Maybe ghosts are real.Tap.Maybe they're stuck here because they didn't make it.Tap.Am I one of those ghosts?Tap.Tap.Tap.