Night, that's it, as dark as a moonless county night.... that was death.

Space, quiet like soundless space.... that was death.

Painful, more pain then

describable.... that is death.

How I know? I died, Twenty six year old Claire Roost, dead at April first 20## at 2:32 am, born at April first 19## 2:32 pm. Cause of death, waking up during an armed robbery in her small bakery. This is, or was me. I am Claire, born on April fools and dead on the same day.

Living a normal life as much as a mute woman could, I was a typical woman with no family do to being orphaned at a young age. I never thought when my voice box was cut out I'd still live... my family was murdered.

Time has passed since then and I'm used to it. My voice that most would say an angel's could not even compare, was lost forever. And I was quite used to it, life had been normal since then. I went to a good school and a famous culinary college and ended up opening a small bakery by the name, Wonderland's bakery, after my favourite childhood story, Alice in wonderland, it was small but famous in our little town. Never felt the need to become world known. Up till my death, I had no regrets. No unfinished businesses. No dreams left untouched. So my death, I accepted it.

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I waited

And waited, but for what? Waiting for what comes next I guess... memory wipe? Heaven? Hell?

POP

Huh? A popping noise? A bright light suddenly lit up the nothingness I was, in a man sitting on a throne looking arrogant would be seen.

"Greetings mortal soul! You have

been picked to test out a worlds new wish system! You have three wishes to make." A obnoxiously loud voice would say.

"Why the heck do I have to?" I'd yell at the person who was probably a god, surprised it came out.

"Hehehe you, a mere mortal soul yelling at me THE God?! Stop killing your self and make your wishes!"

"....." I'd mumble something inaudibly

"What was that?!"

"....I wish I was god in your place!" I'd say getting louder and more ticked off.

"Granted....wait what?!?"

He'd dissolve into thin air and the particles, they would float towards means I'd glow, becoming stronger, feeling it. It was scary but amazing. Two wishes remaining!

Ok let's see I'm already an overpowered god so..... "I wish I can get reincarnated!"

'Granted' a dull voice would say.

"I wish the wish system destruction!"

'Granted-- error! Error!!'

Haha now I'll live my next life peacefully...