I’m alive again and I don’t know why. I’m no one special, so why am I given a second chance at life? I know there are plenty of people in the world that deserve this a lot more than I do. So why me, and more importantly, why do I still have all of my memories from my previous life? In this new life I was oblivious to the fact that I was reborn, but at times I would remember something from before or understand something that the adults would talk about.
It was unsettling for the adults to see a four year old playing tea party with her dolls, suddenly sprouting out her opinions on politics, economy, or philosophy. It was just not possible for a child to have such awareness and knowledge. Those moments were rare, but the older I got the more they became a common occurrence and I started to understand the world around me better.
My second parents were concern at first, but after taking me to a doctor they came to the conclusion that I was gifted or a genius as some would say. Once they put such a label on me, they relaxed and encourage whatever subject attracted my attention. Thankfully, they were the type of parents that didn’t push, letting me go at my own pace and indulging me in my creative interests.
Being reborn with my memories from before is difficult to deal with at times. I always had a strong understanding of who I was, but now I’m technically another person with a new life. So I always have to be careful of what I say since I don’t want to let it slip that I know things that I shouldn’t. And this life is completely different -- so different because it’s a whole other world. A world that isn’t very technological advance as my original world, but I can see it getting there in a few years.
I was ten years old when I remember who I was, and then everything just sync in for me. And then I nearly broke my brain trying to process the fact that this new world was actually a fictional one. After that, I started questioning my existence. Was I really dead? Or did I survive my drowning and went into a coma instead? And why was I reborn and not still myself? Just how could I possible be in this fictional world? Was it always a real place and somehow in my world...or dimension the writer's imagination tapped into it? No, no, I'm just going to accept the fact that this is real or else I will go insane if I haven't already.
It’s no wonder the feeling of déjà vu and wrongness kept happening. It took me a while to finally accept it and the next step for me was to figure out the time period. What I know is that I’m fourteen, making me six years older than the main character who’s currently eight.
At my current level I know that I’m not strong enough to face what’s coming. If I want to survive I’m going to have to train constantly and find something to excel at. I want to keep on living, because I’m afraid what will happen if I die again.
 DamnBlackHeart · Thu Mar 24, 2016 @ 03:44am · 0 Comments |
