Mind control?

Dying is an interesting thing when you think about it. After all, one never truly knows how or when they will die. Until the means of their death comes and hits them when they least expect it, more or less. At least that's what had happened with me anyways.

I was just a guy in his mid-20's who had a big love for anime, manga, and all sorts of other things. One could consider geeky and/or nerdy when it came down to it. I had just recently graduated from college with a major in economics. I was feeling good about myself, even went out with some friends to celebrate.

Then it happened. I died or rather I was killed in essence.

I was walking back to my place a little tipsy but not hammered either. I was crossing the street not seeing any traffic and then I got ran clean the fuck over.

Someone full-on drunk. Was driving with their lights off in their old shitty car. It didn't help that the street I lived on didn't have any working streetlights. Add in the fact the car that hit me was dark in its color, I never had a chance the moment I tried crossing the road.

I only just caught the sight of the car out of my peripheral vision, but it was too late at that point. Next thing I knew, I got slammed full force by the car and my whole world turned seemingly black and red. I barely registered my body rag-dolling through the air. I hit the ground hard and tumbled across, for who knows what distance before coming to a stop.

My whole body registered nothing but pain. It didn't take a genius to figure out that my body had been broken in too many ways to count from the collision. The pain was so great I couldn't even whimper in pain, the shock of it all to great, let alone yell. Probably for the best in all honesty. If I could have yelled, I would let out a string of obscenities so great. It would have even caused an old sailor to blush from it.

I could feel my body twitch uncontrollably from the damage it had sustained. I felt my blood pour out of me and pool underneath from my wounds. I could feel the cold begin to overtake me as my life began to slip away. I could barely make out my reflection in the window of a nearby building. It was rather morbid I suppose, watching myself die in the reflection of the window. Looking at the mangled heap I now was as the life in my eyes began to steadily fade away.

Was I worried about was going to become of me, knowing I was for sure dying? Of course, I was, I mean what rational person wouldn't be? I can't say I was a religious person in sort of way in my life, so I had no beliefs to think about for the afterlife. I could only hope whatever awaited me wouldn't be so bad in all hopefulness.

It was with that final thought the last bit my life left me, and everything went blank at that point.

All I remember after that was being surrounded by a feeling of weightlessness. I couldn't see, I couldn't talk, I couldn't smell, I couldn't move, I wasn't even sure I could even hear. I had no idea where I was, what as happening, or even how long I had been there. Wherever it was I was at in all honesty. Then something happened I couldn't have counted on.

Someone spoke to me.

At least I'm pretty sure that was the intention anyway. It sounded more like someone speaking to me from within my head. Or whatever counted as within my head at this point.

"Do you wish to live again?" Questioned the disembodied voice in a calm and soft voice.

That sounded odd to me understandably. Especially considering the voice was distorted in such away. I couldn't tell if I was being spoken to by a man or a woman. It sounded like an even mix of both in all truthfulness. Plus, I suppose it ultimately didn't matter in the end.

"Do you wish to live again?" Asked the voice once again in the same way as before.

Not sure how to get an answer out to this strange voice I did the only thing I could think to do. I thought out my answer.

"Yes, I wish to live again." I thought, hoping whatever it was I was speaking to would get my answer. All was quiet for a moment before the voice spoke back to me.

"Very well, you shall live once more. A new life far different from the one you once knew." Was the somewhat cryptic answer from the voice.

Before I could even think of a reply, I suddenly felt some kind of force tugging at me. Next thing I knew I felt something akin to heavy drowsiness take over me as everything seemed to fade away once more.

"I wonder how this one will handle their reincarnation?" Mused the strange voice to itself. "It will be interesting to see, how much will change with their inclusion into the world that one will now call home."

He had no idea how long that feeling of sleepiness lasted. Only that when it finally lifted, he was able to open his eyes once more. He immediately noticed that everything around him seemed so large. He tried to move only to quickly realize his range of motion was rather limited. He took a quick look at his hands and quickly came to his first big realization; he was a baby.