《Six  steps after life》


 Prologue(Life)

    Some people think that dying is difficult, that it is painful, that after death comes something frightening and terrifying, but


    I can say with definite certainty that death is not the most terrible thing I have ever suffered.


    I was born in 1970, lived a troubled life, my father died when I was born, and my mother never overcame the trauma of his loss for cancer.


    In 1975, when I was 5 years old, my mother died, and I went to live with some aunts in a region south of S?o Paulo


    Already traumatized and sad at 12, I sank into drugs, with no hope for the future.


    At sixteen, I had had many experiences with many things and I thought nothing could change me, that nothing would


    give me hope. Until I met her, she was perfect, blonde, blue eyes, white skin, red lips and a bright smile, she was aYou might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    helper in a shelter where I sometimes ate and treated me gently.


    I will not say it was easy, but with her help, I treated myself, stopped drugs, got a job at age 18, and started dating. Finally, my life was following some course


    2 years later, I turned 20, and we were married and happy. I had a fixed job, we had our house and we were happy until that day ...


    On the fateful day in question was my 21st birthday, I was arriving early from my job with my newly purchased car. When I got home, I heard strange sounds; entering my room, I saw the thing that terrified me most of all: my wife was in our bed with John, our neighbor, and by then my best friend. They tried to explain themselves when they realized I was there, but I ignored it and fled.


    I got in my car and got out at 100km / h, it was raining a lot that day, I quickly got on a highway, driving fast, I was aimless, desperate to get out of there, but I saw a white flash, a flash, and instantly knew that lightning had hit the road in front of me. I try to divert him and I end up flipping and falling down to a river.


    In the river as the glass is breaking, forming a spider''s web in the window of the car until the water pressure breaks it


    Then the water enters the car, and I, trapped by the seatbelt, I''m drowning ... I feel the water entering my lungs, and then I understand that I''m going to die.


    I give up resisting and I release the remaining air in my lungs, I see the bubbles rise through the water, and then the


    dark and the cold. And it was at this moment, dear reader, that I died ...

 Death(Chapter one)

    Chapter 1


    Well, how to explain death? Cold, dark and senseless. Imagine space without the stars and without the sensations! That''s how I felt when I died. In an eternal limbo of tortured souls.


    But how can I explain? I can feel the infinite unknown around me, and all the other souls wandering aimlessly, like white fireflies in the darkness of emptiness that is meaningless death, not hope. Now that life is over, all the frustrations and joys are gone.


    we are all in the same situation, at the mercy of fate in a strange place, without direction, without direction and without


    direction to follow. If life is like a road that leads us to death; death would be like a parking lot, we are all standing here,


    until an external force gives us meaning, something that many souls have been waiting for for a long time, but it hasUnauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    never arrived, and nobody knows when it will arrive.


    I would not be like this, I would not be like everyone else aimlessly, I decided, after much thinking, walking around here, that I should take revenge, I must make suffer those who hurt me. My wife for her betrayal that ruined my heart, my


    "friend" John who betrayed my confidence, I must make them suffer and, above all, I will avenge myself of death for


    having taken from me everything that was precious to me in life and, in the end, have taken my life before I get revenge


    on them all. My hatred will never end, even if my body sums up, my soul evaporates and my existence is erased, my


    hatred will be eternal until they suffer more than I suffered.


    And what better way to avenge myself of death than by escaping from it? So I decided to escape, to escape from here.


    So I decided to look for a way out, an escape, some escape from this limbo without limits, but there was no way out,


    death was created so that no dead would come out of that cruel and obscure trap that is attractive as a bright light in the


    darkness of life that attracts the weak for her, and even the strong can not resist and end up succumbing to her, but not


    me. I''ll escape to get revenge, I''ll leave here even if it''s the last thing I do

 Death(Chapter two)

    Chapter 2


    After much searching for an exit from this infernal hole, abandoned by God, I gave up finding a way out. Bitterness and


    hopelessness fill my heart with the thought of being stuck here and never getting out again. Not because I''m afraid to


    stay here or worried about someone, but because I can not stay here any longer, I need to find those two bastards, I


    need to make them suffer, I need to make them feel like me.


    After a while, I can calm down, using my revenge for willpower. I decide that I can not do it alone, so I start looking for a soul that seems older, stronger.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    I can find one quickly, and, ironic as it may seem, the old soul was the soul of a fat, elderly man with a large bald beard,


    beach shorts, and a Hawaiian shirt. I then decide to go to the old man, I approach and I look closely at him; even in this


    cold, hopeless and obscure climate, the man gives a kind of sense of security and exudes a kind of mysterious glow. He


    looks pretty powerful.


    The man then notices me looking at him and turns to me.


    "What are you doing here, young man?"


    I look at him inquisitively. Is he retarded?


    "If I could, I''d be anywhere else now, old man, but I died. That''s why I''m here.


    The man then smiles at me and says:


    "Of course I know you''re dead, boy. As for anyone here, I could say with definite certainty that you will not leave for


    eternity, but you, boy, you are special. You can leave here any time you want.


    The old man gives the impression that he is affirming the greatest truth of this world.


    - How can I get out when you want? Do you know of any way out? "


    -Of course I know. The question is: are you willing to pay the price?