Prologue
Does anyone have a death wish?
I guess most people nowadays wish for their own death especially that we lived in a world full of cruelty. But some wishes to live and continue. . . just like me.
I don’t know how I got into this situation but I don’t wanna meet me end yet. I wish to survive and get a chance to live again.
I can hear all the noises surrounding me such as the small talks from the people. Some are screaming and some are whispering words of sympathy.
Not a moment later, I heard the sirens, excusing the people who wants a scoop of what’s happening.
Well, I got involved in an accident. So, here I am, bathing in my own blood.
I want to move my arms but I couldn’t. I can feel the numbness crawling in my body inch by inch, slowly taking me into a deep slumber.
Everything around me feels like dragging me into the abyss. I can’t see anything but pitch black. Until someone called my name.
I don’t know if that someone is a she or a he but the voice is so soothing that can put me into a good sleep.
I shut my eyes tightly as memories of yesterday came rushing to me. I remember every good and bad things that happened to me and it felt really nostalgic. The feeling only adds up as I can still hear that soothing voice calling out for my name. I thought of my mother. The way how that voice calls for me is the same as how my mother called me with love and care.
I slowly opened my eyes to see the one who keeps on calling me. Even if darkness is all I can see, I still want to know who the person is.
But I was wrong, or maybe I was just assuming things that I am in a place where darkness succumbs.
From the darkness of the whole place I saw a bright thing beaming at my face. I can’t figure out what it is but it seems a human figure.
“Who’s there?!” I shouted even if it feels like there’s no voice coming out from my mouth.
I feel suffocated when I’m shouting and it feels so illegal to talk in a place like this. Darkness and light are fighting over the space.
“Who is it?” I asked again. This time, I made it as soft as it can be even if my voice sounds so groggy.
But the voice didn’t answered my question. He or she just keeps on calling my name.
“Please, tell me who you are,” I said in a low voice.
I stared at the light in front of me, trying to figure who the person was. But I saw nothing but a mere light illuminating a human body.
Just like the first time I asked, it didn’t answer my question. But this time, the thing gave me something that I need to accomplish.
It gave me a mission in order for me to get the wish I wanted— to get a second chance of living.
After it gave me the task I need to finish, the light slowly vanish leaving me into the darkness.
“Wait!” I yelled, trying to reach out for the light. But I feels like I’m stuck in a sleep paralysis, in a void where nothing is everything. Even if I shouted so loud, no one would hear me, and even if I try to reach out for the light, I can never get a hold of it.
“How should I know the person that will be my mission?”
Once again, the light didn’t answer me but from its face-like-human, it smiled at me knowingly, telling me that I will just know it in a right time.
I was once again swallowed by darkness, and it feels like I was being dragged down into a neverending pit.
Just then, I heard some voices all around the place. They were men, women and children.
Without having second thoughts, I opened my eyes and saw lots of people walking around from left and right.
I tried to feel myself and saw that I’m wearing the same outfit where the accident happened. The difference is that they were no signs of blood coming out from me. There are no bruises and wounds too. My body went back to normal.
“Well, this is amazing,” I said with astonishment then started looking at the whole place.
I walk to my right, going along with the people that I don’t know. I was about to touch the man who’s on standby but my hands just went through him.
Shocked by it, I took a step backwards, but that was a wrong move of mine I guess. I bumped into some persons. I almost panicked that I am not able to touch them but it was also a good thing that I wasn’t able to touch any single one of them.
I just went through them like a ghost. But I can still feel my body attached to me. I still feel normal. But why can’t I touch people?
Without a second thought, I remember that soothing voice again ringing inside my head, telling me the mission that I need to do— make a person cry in too much regret.
“That’s right! I’m here for a mission.”
With a high hope and a positive view, I started walking as I look every person that comes my way, hoping that someone could take me in their home.
But no one has ever saw me as a person. They never knew my existence.
I even make funny faces in front of them, hoping that they will see me and take care of my attention. But I came to know that babies can see me as their souls were innocent and pure. Same goes to those people who don’t know what’s between right and wrong.
Those are the only person who can see me.
In those times that I was alone in the streets and crowds, I also learned that I can float.
I don’t know what magic I can still do but I promise to myself that I will put it into good use.
And so, with the desperation of looking for the one that I needed to take care of, I started searching again as I float from place to place.
But I stopped for a while when a realization hit me. . . . I can’t remember anything from my past. Not anything from it.
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MGamers|September 26, 2023
