Transmigration

Woe is me.

Whenever you read about someone doing the whole "transmigration into another world" they always talk about how they don't remember what happened when they died. Well then let me tell you how it feels in four easy words...

IT. HURTS. LIKE. F*CK.

They always forget to mention that sometimes when a train hits you, you for some reason don't always die immediately. What kinda bullsh*t is that?! And what was with that trains speed!

I would ask you to think on what it's like to get hit by a 38,600 kg train, but I don't think everyone has had that experience. Don't try to have that experience. Not even for science.

Back to the whole pain experience...getting hit by that train led to probably every single bone in my body being broken. I say probably because that's what it felt like. Soon after I passed out from the pain and/or just died from the heavy bleeding that I was doing all over the place.

That sucks. I had so much I wanted to do. Like getting a new job, or going on a trip around the world, having a some kids who would make me want to rip my hair out, but I would love them anyway. Now I can't.

After a while it felt as though my body was floating in this weird abyss. I couldn't even tell whether or not my eyes were open. Everything was dark. And it was quiet. So very quiet. Like if the entire earth stood still and it was just you and the universe.

When I tried to speak not a single sound came out, as if I did it would shatter the peace forever.

And so I waited. Minutes turned to hours, and hours to days, days to years. I lost my sense of time. I started to think I never existed in the first place. And just when I thought my sanity would break, I woke up.