Dying to be born
2014-01-29
Published
2014-01-29
Nightingale: No I am not dropping Before I Die Alone. I actually have around 6000 words on the next chapter… it's just not written as smoothly as I would like yet. Sorry!
CHAPTER 1 – Death took my name
I only remember a few things from my past life. One was that I had died young; around twenty-three-if I had to guess. I also remember that I had a nephew who was always going on about what anime he was currently watching. I know I had a family, friends, maybe even a pet but I cannot remember their names and I barely remember their faces. I have no memory beyond my death and my knowledge of the anime my nephew liked besides the basics anyway. I know I should be able to walk, read and write. I know emotions, colors, words and such. My only true memories are death and my nephew.
I have no idea if I was a whinny kid growing up or really quiet. Was I into reading things like my nephew's beloved manga or did I like novels? Did I know how to play any games, instruments? Did I prank people or was I the one picked on? Did I have a career or did I drop out of school? I would never know.
In the beginning I screamed. Bright lights were all around me, everything was fragments of color, blurs of images and odd unknown sounds. I didn't know where I was or what was going on. I know I tried hard to keep a hold of what I had known as it was flashing through my mind's eye, but it was in vain.
I reached my hands out blindly, hoping for something solid to ground myself too. I relaxed somewhat when my hand wrapped around someone's thumb. Wait a Thumb? How could I possibly know that though? For one reason or another I just instinctually knew what I was holding onto, yet I had only a mental image of a hand to go off by.
From the date of my birth until I was almost three years old my mind shifted in and out of awareness. Though one thing stood out in those years, I knew I was loved.
It was a few weeks before my third birthday and I was giggling happily as To-san made funny faces at me as he cooed over his little princess, that I became aware that the name he was calling me was wrong. It had to be wrong; I remembered my name starting out with an 'A' sound not an 'I'.
It was in that moment, as To-san cooed over me, that I realized that Death had taken my name. "Ino-hime, who's a good girl?" To-san said with a smile like the sun, warm and bright.
