Chapter 2: Chapter 1: Second Chance
I distinctly remember the day I was on my way to classroom 3 for the final exam of Theory of Method at the Faculty of Humanities at my university. Suddenly, everything became chaotic as the earth began to shake violently. The floor opened up beneath my feet, the walls shook, and the students around me burst into panicked screams. In the midst of the confusion, I froze, not knowing what to do.
It happened at one point, after the shaking the walls of the second floor gave way to the force of the earthquake and collapsed on us. Suddenly, the screams died out, and I was plunged into darkness, buried under the rubble.
My body was completely destroyed, I had never felt so much pain in my life as I did at that moment. My lungs were perforated, and I couldn't help but cough up blood constantly. My left arm was completely gone, as were my legs. I knew my time was numbered, only a few minutes separated my life from its inevitable end.
The tremor had shattered all my dreams in one fell swoop, and now I was on the verge of death, like most of the students present in this place, if they did not perish at once. However, somehow, luck was on the side of some, as there were not so many of us present due to the fact that we were in the middle of final exams. How I regret not having passed that damned subject several months ago; My tendency to procrastinate had led me to this fateful denouement.
Little by little, I felt life fading away in me, and fear took over my thoughts. With a trembling hand, I looked up for something I knew I wouldn't find, a way out. Instead, my fingers found what had prolonged my suffering. It was a meteorite that had crashed into Earth millions of years ago, but had been discovered only fifty years ago. Paradoxically, this meteorite, which was on display at the entrance to the Faculty of Humanities, had acted as a protective shield by stopping most of the debris that threatened to crush my skull. This fragment of space rock, which now stood as a mute witness to my agony, offered me a brief respite for reflection before facing the fateful fate that awaited me, death.
My hand swept over the rough, jagged surface of the meteorite. The texture of the rock was so cold that it made me wonder what mineral it was made of, although in reality, I had never cared about it. During my first few years in college, I had always used it as a sort of reference point to locate the classrooms I was supposed to attend. However, over time, I lost interest in it, and stopped paying attention to it.
As I ran my hand over the rocky figure, tears began to run down my cheeks causing a pain sharper than any broken bone or damaged organ. In fact, by that time, my ability to feel any other part of my body had completely disappeared, leaving only the perception of my soggy cheeks. I was struck by the thought that I should have perished long ago in the midst of that chaos. The longing for a miracle or a rescue clung to me, like a small glimmer of hope in the midst of overwhelming darkness.
Inside me, a silent plea was that if I didn't survive this situation, I wanted at least my loved ones to be able to hear me one last time. I wanted to apologize to my father for our fight in the morning, to my mother for the incident with her glasses when i was a child, and to my brother for flushing his toys down the toilet as children.
However, I was always someone who never believed in deities or miraculous events, but at that moment, it seemed as if I was being presented with a last chance to hold on to the belief in something beyond the tangible, and I was wasting it by getting entangled in thoughts of the past and unattainable desires. Yet, despite my skepticism, I fervently longed for the possibility of a second chance.
The meteorite began to radiate such an intensity of light that it brought me back to the reality I was in. In fact, if it weren't for the blood covering my eyes, I would have been blinded. I could barely catch a glimpse of its glow through my closed eyelids.
There was no doubt that it was the meteorite; There was nothing around me but rubble. The angels weren't real, heaven was just an illusion, and the rescuers couldn't be that fast. Was I on the threshold of death?
(No, you're not dead yet.)
A voice echoed in my mind.
(I'll grant you what you crave most.)
The same deep voice filled my thoughts again.
(Your wish will come true)
The meteorite vanished and the entire structure collapsed.
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