Rebirth

Alex Morrison

Born 28th June 1998 - Died __ September 2019.

I imagine that's what my tombstone would have looked like. Rather than inform you of how I died, I would instead like to share my thoughts on death itself. We being mortals will all eventually die. That is a fact that we willfully ignore. It is an eventuality, and in it's wake only misery and regrets follow.

Hundreds would have been informed of my death, dozens would have truly given it some thought and only a few would have mourned my passing. And so I thought about those few who would have been truly sad; my parents, siblings, cousins and my closest friends. I had died... not even getting past the age of 25.

I had a whole slew of hopes and dreams and in an instant they had been snatched away. That is death, it leaves behind nothing but misery and regrets. Misery of those who remain and regrets of the departed.

My final thoughts before death embraced me were.... what could have been.... what I could have done instead.... what would I not give to have just one more shot.... just one more chance

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I feel dizzy and nauseous. I cannot help but cry out. It is a state of being I have never previously experienced, the world continues to spin absolutely refusing to come into focus..... what is this madness..... I cry out yet all that comes out is a mewl. I .. I .... I cannot see, I cannot speak, I cannot move.... Did..did I somehow survive??? That should not have been possible. Perhaps I am confined to a bed, already dead in all but name, what a cruel fate. I keep hearing this noise, yet I am unable to respond. My head hurts... it hurts.....

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3 months have since passed, and still I continue to question my own existence. Would you believe it I wonder.... Reincarnation the act of dying and then being born again. It was a fantastical concept, spoken of by bards and religious factions, I for one would be skeptical.

Even after acknowledging the phenomenon and personally experiencing it I still on occasion continue to ponder on my existence. Was I a fluke? a mistake? Were there others like me, born with the memories of their previous life. After all even the religious folk gathered that a person would loose their memories after the phenomenon occured.

As a grown man living in a child's body or rather a child possessing the memories of his previous life I have come to abhor my current situation in life. I am utterly helpless and can do nothing on my own. To go from being an independent adult to a reliant babe is a haggering experience. I cannot help but adore my parents, ah my new parents that is. The amount of care and love I am shown is beyond anything I have previously encountered. That is not to say that my previous parents did not love me, however even in my earliest memories of them, I myself am at least 4 yrs old. And I suppose all parents naturally take greater care of their child in his or her infancy.

The situation initially was quite embarrassing. Alongside the helplessness I felt it compounded into a developing depression. However with time I realised that the only person judging me was myself, I learned to simply accept the love I was shown and I learned to appreciate what a blessing I had been given. Another chance at life.

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1 year old

I have turned an year old. There are many things that I have discovered during the last year. Perhaps we should start with an introduction...

My name is John Rodriguez, son of Maria and Michael Rodriguez apparently dubbed M&M's.

I am currently an only child, so no siblings. I do however seem to have a lot of cousins and family friends. There is also Terry, I haven't yet figured out his last name. He is an adorable almost 2 yr old, by my estimates, boy and also my playmate.

During the year I have figured out how to speak and walk again. It is a blessing that wherever I have been reborn English still appears to be the spoken language. It would have been quite a pain to have to learn a new language. I have restricted myself to only some basic words and at most 5 word sentences. And only recently have I decided to show off my walking skills, mixing in a few falls from time to time to make it seem believable.

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On the day I turned one I noticed a peculiarity. Let me describe to you all the events that took place in detail.

September 23rd. My new birthday, My parents had apparently gone all out. The entire house appeared to be one giant light. There were colors everywhere and I could see many new faces alongside the ones I had previously already seen amongst the crowd that had gathered at our house. I was given a staggering number of presents and managed to clumsily cut the cake with the help of my mum. I enjoyed running around the house and playing with some of my toys... Don't judge me there is nothing else to do so I might as well entertain myself.

I was also given a picture book by my mum. Apparently I was a very smart boy and will do amazing things and mummy is very proud of me and I am a cutesy wootsy . .... Ahem I should probably refrain from quoting my mum in the future. Anyhow that is where events took a turn for the ugh... let's say bizarre. For on the top left corner of the book floating slightly above the page as in hovering over it was the word status. I curiously flipped the page yet no matter which page I was on the word remained a constant. slightly hesitant I touched the word and it shimmered and then expanded into....

John Rodriguez

Age : 1 y 0 m 0 d

Skills

Walking ( lvl 34 )

English Language

Spoken ( lvl 23 )

written ( lvl 4)