Laura
When she was little, Laura looked at her hands: she was amazed to think that she was human, she could move her leg if she wished to, when she wished to. She could make beautiful patterns with her hands, and she could direct her gaze to whichever direction she wanted. She could walk for however long she wanted, she would never run out of walking space, the way you would in a video game. All of these things amazed her, they brought to her the most beautiful feeling in the world: the feeling of existing.
As she grew older, the feeling turned into a twisted and macabre threat. The feeling of existing. Something you could never ever escape, no matter how much you wished to escape. We always come back. All of us, whether we wish it or not, we always come back. You couldn’t jump off the earth if you wanted. And death, death is only a tunnel, before we know it we’re trapped again.