He's bored. He's long since reflected on his death and wept over his losses, so now, he just wished something would happen. He sighs wistfully, metaphorically of course, he's not even sure he has a body here. Wherever here is.
He turns his thoughts inwards and runs over his memories briefly before lingering on his last moments once again. He remembers the excitement of finally gathering up enough money to go abroad, and finally taking the first step to fulfilling his dream of experiencing the various cultures of the world. He smiles faintly as he feels himself dragging a pencil over a fresh page in his brand new sketchbook, specifically for drawing the people he would meet on his journey. He was drawing the woman sitting next to him, nearly finished, when there was a sharp jolt and his pencil dragged harshly across the page, ruining the sketch. Then the sounds of creaking metal filled his ears as the plane lost control and they nosedived. Everything was in such clear detail: the feeling of his armrest under his white-knuckled hands, the sight of those yellow masks popping down from overhead, and the screams, oh the screams, and then the clarity was gone, and he was left with nothing.
He pulled away and took a shaky breath, but that was a much better reaction as opposed to the panic he had felt when first coming into the black space. Here it was warm and comforting and slowly soothed his panic as he dealt with his death. That was an odd thing to think about, his own death. There was very little else to do, but think about that, and his life. He'd like to think with all of the time he'd had he'd come to peace with all of his mistakes and felt a calm wash over him. He had always been a quite tranquil and patient person, it took a lot for him to lose his cool. He heard the occasional murmurs, but maybe he was imagining voices after being in the quiet for so long. Humans were just that sociable in general, and he figured that's why people go crazy in solitary confinement. He was always told he had a very overactive imagination. He sighed again, more heavily this time, and absently kicked out was he supposed to be an imaginary limb. He heard those murmurs again soon after the action, but wrote it off and decided to stay still. Maybe meditating will get rid of them he thought and closed his, of course, metaphorical eyes.
He doesn't know how long he stayed there, mind blank, before he felt movement. It was sudden, forceful, and painful. Then there was light. He wailed at the brightness of it, which was admittedly not his proudest moment, but you try being in the dark for however long and then suddenly be introduced to this horrible light and noise! He was too busy freaking out to notice a pair of arms wrap around him and try to calm him down in a slight panic. This experience was definitely enough to shake his cool.
The disembodied voice cooed at him in a timber tone, which was soothing, but only slightly, so he continued his high pitched wailing. He felt himself be passed into another pair of arms from which a tired, but melodic laugh sounded and a lighter voice cooed at him which calmed him enough to allow him to reduce himself to small whimpers. He calmed down enough to peer at his surroundings, but could only make out misshapen blobs of color, and that was when he his brain decided to catch up to him and he thought where am I? Then promptly fell asleep.
His entire being felt like lead when he woke up later. His thoughts were sluggish and he decided he wanted to sleep more, but before he could his mind caught up with him and he jolted awake. A shiver of disgust ran through him as he realized what he had just gone through before he scrunched his brow in confusion. How am I alive? He shoved the thought to the back of his mind, it would only cause him to panic, and right now he wouldn't find answers anyways. He was always a go with the flow kinda guy, but this was also a little above his comprehension, and he was still in shock, so that's probably the main reason he wasn't totally losing his mind at the moment. He would freak out later. Or maybe not, he was rather good at compartmentalization.
He can proudly say that he was a great baby after the first couple of months. He can also say that the first couple of months were hell for the new parents as he coped with being reborn in a panicky, then later depressed, way. He thought he had come to terms with being dead, but being reborn shocked him into going over it all again. He had still been young! His life was just looking up after years of stress and just being trapped. He had gotten his first lick of freedom in college, but hey, maybe this life will hold just as much, if not way more, freedom than what he could've had. He steeled his resolve and became the calm easy baby his new parents would come to know him as. He knew he wouldn't take this life for granted, after all he had already died once, and he didn't plan on doing it again.
Author Lowkey: Hey everyone! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I haven't decided on a set length on the chapters yet, and likely never will, but they'll probably all be about this length. Please leave a review and share!