Born Again

by MythNephthys

I didn't run from death, that didn't mean I wanted this to happen. I was not meant to remember, I wasn't meant to be here, but I am and I will not be going down without a fight when (not If) I am found out. After all their both geniuses, I am no fool. I most certainly was not meant to grab their attention the way I did. What were they? Five!

1. Prologue

When I was alive, I had thought about my death often enough to know when I was about to panic hysterically. I say when because I know that I am dead. I had seen my death in different ways, one when I was in a blueish white room looking out a window with the blinds turned open. There had been blurry figures surrounding me, young and old. Someone put my glasses on my face and I could see people who held vague resemblance to my smiling sadly. My children I assume. The other had been in a dark room, again I awake to see a window but with the blinds turned down with dark sheer curtains open. I shift under a think comfy comforter and then I am stabbed. The last I was in a car, reading in the backseat when I randomly glance up and see a car heading at me. I drop my book and shield my brother, and then I die, broken spine.

I didn't die that way though. I was out with my little brother, having gotten a job some months ago. Everything had been fine, until pops went off and people started panicking. The people shooting had been driving too quickly for me to tug my crying brother into a store. I did the next best thing and turned, swinging him in front of me and curling around him. I had wished that my body had been hard as stone at that moment, so the bullet might just graze me and my brother would be safe, instead of being a bag of flesh, that the bullet wouldn't pass all the way through and hurt him. The pain had been excruciating, I had been crying before they had hit. I knew I was going to die, sure that one had at least hit me in the kidneys. I lived long enough to check him over and check my front. None had passed through, but my brother had been hit. I calmed myself so I'd live long enough to tell the medics to help him first, give them my phone that had been in my front pocket and its password to call my family. Then I kissed my brother with the last of my strength and died.

Death hadn't sacred me, the thought of there being nothing after had. I didn't want to live my life and then meet nothing at the end of it. To just disappear into nothingness. What I was met with was a peaceful lightness as I shed my human skin and passed on but met with darkness. I heard soft murmurs, sound was distorted, like I was under water. I was warm and chilling cold. It was all very disconcerting, really. The thing was, I don't think that I'm dead anymore.

I didn't think I'd be going through this over and over though.