People tell you life isn't easy but hard work helps with everything.
People tell you just to live and everything will be fine.
Well, they said to me that and well, I have not had an easy life.
Nobody does.
Life gives you opportunities, life gives you chances, and life gives you options but is it always so easy? It depends on you actually.
It is never easy and you can fall from heaven or rise from hell.
Those sentences are true, however contradicting they may be.
I am me, myself and I, a comedian from Canada, just there to make people laugh. But there is the thing, I cannot make people laugh.
The struggle is something that I learned at a very young age, from when my mother died in a car crash and when my father abandoned me in an orphanage when he was dying from cancer.
I was never a smart person nor an active one but I was always stubborn, I lived on and moved on and went on and on and on. It was hard, it was painful and I cried many times, I made it.
I made it to a good university and then passed with decent marks and when I tried to become an author, it worked decently. I made money and people liked my books.
I was happy.
Was.
I got arrested.
It wasn't my fault, not totally, I was just driving in my car at night and was going home, a rude guy was hitting on a woman and I tried to make him stop.
I accidentally punched him too hard and he fell on the road, a car ran over him and then sped away. The woman and I were horrified.
I took the blame, it was my fault.
When I was released, hate was nothing to me, happiness was gone and guilt was my best friend. Okay, that was an exaggeration, it wasn't that bad, but I was feeling super guilty.
Thankfully, my guards in prison were great, they became my friends and still are, we go to drink every Saturday.
Now, I cannot just go back to writing books like nothing, it was hard to do that. As an escape mechanism, I started going to the gym. I did almost nothing, but at least my mind wasn't filled with guilt.
I started talking to myself at home, to try and work it out, I didn't have much money for a therapist at the time.
It has been three years now and I am a comedian now.
And I am doing horribly.
I have already been threatened to be fired two times and had just resigned today.
It's all good.
I was walking down the empty street at night when I heard someone push me, he cried, "Watch out, mate!"
I fell to the ground and saw a nasty green light fly above my head. I looked above me to see a man with a black robe and a silver skull mask. What the fuck is this?
The man who knocked me down had black hair and glasses on, he was wearing a red trench coat with a strange symbol on it and he was panting. He spat out some blood and said, "Fucking hell, Malfoy, why are you targeting muggles in the middle of our fight?"
I felt a bit confused to be called a muggle but then the skull-masked man, Malfoy, said in a silky voice, "Ah, you see, James, I couldn't just let him walk away, he saw magic after all."
The man with the red trench coat, James, asked, "Didn't he see the magic after you tried to kill him?"
I stared at James and Malfoy.
Magic?
Killing me?
The green light was trying to kill me?
Fuck.
I have to run away from these insane psychopaths.
James tried to soothe Malfoy, "Look, Draco, my brother didn't kill Scorpius, it was a woman called-"
Malfoy, Draco, roared, "A WOMAN?! Do you say that some strange woman came specifically to kill my son?! I have no enemies, Potter, nobody would kill him! And - and - and only your family hates mine, who else could it have been?!"
"Malfoy, stop," James said.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"NO! REDUCTO!"
BOOM!
The last thing I saw was a nasty green light reaching my chest and a red light reaching Malfoy while a scared James stared in shock at both of us.
The red light reached Malfoy first and a ball of metal and glass came out of his robes and broke at my feet, spilling some sand and-
An explosion and I knew nothing.
_
"Doctor, he is waking!"
A man came into my view, he had short red hair and dull blue eyes. He looked less like a doctor and more like a soldier with a few scars on his face.
He broke into a cheery smile as he saw me looking at him, he said, "Yeah, these scars make me look really different, don't they?"
I nod, my body hurting and my head pounding with immense pain. My neck hurt even from this small movement.
I croaked out, "What happened?"
The doctor said, "Well, sir, it seems that some huge pieces of glass and metal hit you everywhere . . . and something else that we cannot figure out."
"What?"
"Exactly what I am saying. Do you remember what happened before you fell unconscious?" The Doctor asked kindly.
I answered, my voice and chest hurting painfully, "There were town men fighting and one was trying to kill me for some reason. A - a glass and metal ball hit my chest as I saw a green light about to hit me. That's all . . . I - I remember nothing else."
The Doctor hummed, "Strange, very strange, let's see what we can do."
"Thank you, Doctor."
"No problem, sir."
_
It had been about a week and my condition still hadn't improved, if anything it was getting worse and worse.
I didn't tell anyone but I had dreams of that night every time I fell asleep and only sheer fear of sleep could keep me going. Also, at night, sometimes my body would grow green at random times and I would pass out, only to wake up hours later.
I don't know what was happening and I was getting more scared as time went on.
_
It had been almost a month and I was going insane, my mind was almost numb and I had a really short temper, my body always seemed to be wood in the fire and was decaying slowly. The Doctor had shown me the mirror today and my smooth pale skin seemed to be covered in holes and turning grey like ash.
I passed out, I wasn't stubborn enough to keep sleep from me this time.
_
When I awoke, I was sitting on a red velvet couch in a reception.
I don't know what was happening but I looked at the empty room when I automatically stood up. A person appeared there and then pushed me away as he left the room, his eyes blank and his body turning translucent.
Another person appeared, this time a woman. The same thing happened to her, she pushed me away from the couch as she stood up and then left, turning translucent.
The third person didn't even notice me but left straight away after turning translucent.
I looked at the archway where people were going through and then smelt fire and ash from there, immediately I back away from there, even though my body was resisting me.
Why was I here? Why was this arch here? Where are the people going? What happened to them? Where does the arch lead them? What is happening? WHERE IS THE DOCTOR?
I turned around the room, suddenly feeling claustrophobic.
I looked around and immediately saw another arch in the room, this one smelt like grass and flowers. I immediately opened it and ran in, I took in the smell of fresh grass and then fell to my knees.
I was feeling much better.
"Oi, who are you?"
I turned around to see a tall man with dark brown hair and a scar running down his neck, he seemed to have a permanent frown and his dull grey eyes held an immense amount of stress and exhaustion.
As soon as I saw him properly, he seemed to change. His hair turned a smooth black and ran down to his shoulders, his grey eyes turned black and his frown turned into a scowl. His pale skin turned paler and his scar diminished a bit. He said, "So, you are a ghost."
I was still staring at him in shock but I suddenly found my voice and asked, "A ghost?"
The man narrowed his eyes and said, "From the smell of you, you have just recently died from a decayed body. You seem to have died -" He closed his eyes and then opened them again to say, "Today, about ten minutes earlier. What seems surprising is that I cannot smell when you were born and what was your life like. Who are you?"
I blurted out my name, my fear making me do so, "Bharat Khatri, my name is Bharat Khatri."
The man looked shocked for a minute and then said, "You should not be here, you should have been born twenty-four years from now."
I stammered, "W - w - what?!"
The man said, "Call me Scott, for the simple reason that my mind may break your mortal soul. I will see what I can do for you since you are in my jurisdiction and not in it as well."
I was stunned as that guy left me. What did he tell me to call him again? Scott? Because my mortal soul may break from his name? Is he insane or am I going insane?
Am I still in the hospital and this is a weird dream? Or is this all real?
I let out a scream and then fell down. Nothing makes sense anymore. And - and - what should I fucking do?!
Tears started leaking from my eyes and I started crying, now that I can, since I was too tired and in pain in the hospital. I may seem to be a coward and I may be, but I was stressed and I had gone through so much time after a relatively normal life.
I was back in time, twenty-four years before.
I was dead and there was some immortal who called himself Scott and then dealt with mortals.
I wiped my tears and stood up. This isn't the time, I want calm, I should make it if I do.
So, I stood up and then leaned against a wall, my hands on my chest and my eyes closed. I took a deep breath in and then out, then in and then out.
I kept doing so until I felt a shiver creep up my shoulder.
I opened my eyes to jump away as a woman poked my shoulder. She had brown hair and green eyes, her lips were a bit pouty and she was a bit taller than the average woman, but she looked beautiful, godly.
She smiled as she saw me and then asked, "What are you doing here?"
I honestly said, "I don't know, ma'am. I woke up in some reception and then a man came and then went away and - and-"
I took a deep breath.
The woman said, "You are stressed out, child."
She emitted a motherly aura and then gave me a hug, I couldn't help but calm down. She said, "It's okay, boy, you seem to have been through a lot."
I said, "Thank you, ma'am."
She hummed in acknowledgement and then said, "Call me Bree, it may not be my real name but I go through the mortal world using it."
She was an immortal too.
I didn't even know immortal beings existed but what else could she be? The man and she had used the word 'mortal' as if they weren't and honestly, I can believe it. Nothing else seemed to fit the two.
Bree said, "Tell me your name."
I looked at the shorter woman, at least to me (I was always a tall guy), and then answered, "My name is Bharat, Bharat Khatri."
Bree smiled and said, "Okay, Bharat, let's sit down in Per- Per - Pearl's garden right here and you can tell me how you are doing, okay?"
I nodded, honestly, I am keen to get my rambling off my chest and I would gladly tell this woman, she - she reminded me of when I had my parents.
_
Scott entered the small garden with three old women, who seemed to be twins. They were all rather short and seemed to be blind, they also had silver hair, though one had blonde hair here and there, the other had auburn while the third one had black.
The first woman, the one with blonde highlights, stomped her stick on the ground and I felt some sparks surround me. She grunted at her sister, and the one with auburn highlights gave a warm smile and explained, "My sister has done an enchantment so that your soul wouldn't burn off by immortals for now." before she said, "Hello, Bharat, you seem to have a way of changing your destiny."
Not even surprised that the woman knew me, she and her sisters gave off an aura of being all-knowing, I asked, "What do you mean 'changing destiny', ma'am?"
The woman said, "My sisters and I write the fate of all mortals present in the world. Even if we write fate, we write it such that you have enough choice to change it once in a while, so that we wouldn't get bored or feel bad that you have no free will. We don't normally tell that as it is against the Ancient Rules normally as this information can lead to chaos and destruction by the evil immortal present in the mortal world.
"We are telling you this as you exist in a grey area and we know which kind of person you are. You may not have been the best you could have been but you were certainly a good soul, no matter how many bad qualities you have.
"Now, you were one of the most stubborn people when alive. Every choice you took surprised and shocked us, even though many were not particularly good. Therefore, we have decided on something."
The third woman spoke, "You will return back to the mortal world, with a new thread that has a stronger connection with us so that things like these never happen again. Of course, since we are changing the timeline, nothing will be the same ever again from the point of your rebirth. Also, as compensation, we have decided to grant you a wish and a boon from us. Your boon was chosen by my sister but you may choose the wish."
The one with blonde highlights smiled a bit as she seemed to remember that she had chosen the boon that I will get.
I wanted to roll my eyes but held back.
It was then it hit me that I will be reborn. From being a baby to school and then through every shit again. I don't know if I want that.
Bree spoke for the first time, "He will go to my pet project."
What?
The three old women looked at each other and then the second sister said, "That was the boon, child. It will allow for him to remain away from the others and affect the timeline less."
I was still confused but then I asked my wish, "I want myself to have a happy life, no matter how short or long it is."
The first woman said, "That is acceptable, we can do it. Now, in an hour or so, you will be transported to your new life."
With that, the three women disappeared.
Scott spoke, "So, that was interesting. You know what, I am giving you a blessing since you made my dull life a little more interesting, your physical capabilities will be higher than an average human."
Bree then said, "Your life has been harder than it should have been, therefore, I give you my blessing that you will have enough money to live comfortably for the rest of this life."
I nodded my head in thanks to both Scott and Bree and . . .
_
I opened my eyes and then stepped back, seeing myself in a void full of nothing.
I waited.
And I waited.
And I . . .
A door opened.
I entered.
AN: Note that everything will be fictional in my stories, except for the majority of my characters that I have inspired by various people or books.