The valley of death 2

The black fog engulfed her. It was warm and welcoming, and the last time she felt like that was in her mother's arms. Her eyes pricked and blurred. Tears flew up in the air rushing past her. 

She had chosen. She would fall. 

Delilah kept her eyes closed, heart thrashing wildly in her chest from suppressing her scream. The wind roared, and her arms flailed. 

And then everything went black.

The floor under her was cool and smooth like damp stone. It was cold. And then it was freezing.

She was dead.

Delilah jerked upright in terror, a white world spinning in her eyes. 

She was dead. She was dead. Was she dead?

Delilah checked herself for any injuries or for pain. To her relief there was none. She was alive. 

A bird chirped from the side. Delilah looked at it in confusion. 

She was in a porcelain white basin, and around that were sky blue trees with chittering leaves. 

The bird chirped again. 

"Where am I?" Delilah asked, taking in her surroundings. Pausing to stare at the soft grey sky. Bright stars floated above her head in a pretty crown-like spiral.

She looked at herself once again and was surprised to find herself in white clothes and comfortable white ballets.

The trees chittered louder. They sounded like an army of mice.

"Where am I!" Delilah shouted.

The trees fell silent. 

"You are here for another chance," the bird next to her spoke. Its voice was deep and cutting. "It's up to you to take it or leave it."

The situation was so bizarre. From the black warm fog to a world of white, nothing made sense to her. But there was an urgency in Delilah that told her she was running out of time. She had to choose fast. 

"I'll take it." She said. 

The trees tinkled.