Chương 2: My death

Well, I did not get to bounce but I fell to the floor hard and I was awake for I think ten seconds. Is that even possible?

I passed out after experiencing a series of pain that I cannot explain starting from my head where I fell on.

It was a very bad fall and I can remember that I did not lose my desire to live. I was the only child of my parents and they had me when they were middle-aged. I did not want them to be left without an heir.

My father could be strict like most Asian fathers but he loved me and he wanted the best for me. He wanted me to be good enough to take over his hospital.

I felt like I was not going to survive this fall in those long ten seconds. My mind went places in those seconds that I have feared to go to for all my life.

I thought about my very beautiful mother who I inherited my looks from and how much she will cry over my death and how she will later urge herself to keep living.

I also thought of my strict stern-faced father who seldom smiles or laughs and how he will be devastated because he has lost a potential heir. I was very sure at that moment that he will blame my mother who refused to have kids when they were younger.

All those reasons especially the one about my father blaming my mother for not having more kids because she was warned not to after giving birth to me because of her age made me sad and unwilling to die.

I did not want my mother to be lonely. She has a very lively and jovial personality that I did not inherit and my absence or death was going to make her sad.

Tears ran down my eyes as I looked at the night sky and wondered what my sweet mother was doing at that moment.

Okay, to conclude the part about my death, I died and that was it. It was all black. (I am sorry about the melancholic narration that I had to prolong because even to this point, I tend to be emotional about my death. My death means a lot to me so, hope you read it all.)

(I am sorry about that. That is me being emotional again.)

It was all black and that darkness lasted for almost an eternity until I felt a wetness on my face. the wetness disappeared down from my cheeks and continued down to my ear.

It was just a wet feeling until it occurred to me that it could not be a simple drop of water running down but a worm. I slapped against my face very close to my ear and it disappeared completely.

"Master. I am sorry I could not keep these things away from you," I heard a very faint but strange voice speak so close to my ear that I could swear that it was the worm talking.

Someone please could help me here? What was I thinking? How could a worm be speaking with every word understandable by me?

Okay! Now that is a serious problem or could I understand the words of a worm? Did I reincarnate into a worm?

I shook that feeling off strongly. I was taught by a teacher that reincarnation was not real and only lies. Or was I really in hell with the bugs in hell?

I wasted no time to open my eyes since it occurred to me that the devil might be beside me since I heard someone calling a master.

Perhaps the bug or worm was apologizing to the devil about not being able to enter my head through my ear. I don't know if anyone can picture the panicked state, I was in like I felt. I could swear that I was almost losing it all, my head and my sanity.

I was in a very dark room when I opened my eyes and that did not help me as I began hyperventilating. I have never hyperventilated in the nineteen years of my life but I was seriously panicking.

"Master," I heard that small voice calls out again. "Should I put on the lights?"

So, there was a light that could be turned on in hell? When I asked myself that question, I realized how stupid it was for me to think that way.

Was I the master? I swore at that moment that none of it made sense but I told that being whatever it was to put on the lights and there was light!

It took a while to get used to the sudden brightness but I did.

I looked around and I could not recognize anything before me. I was in what looked like a large container like one of those used to ship cargo.

It was neat with a bed, a table, a chair and so many led lights in the ceiling making them look like very bright stars. (There were a few other things I did not notice at that moment.)

"Master!" squealed a voice.

I searched for where the sound came from and I was soon staring at a little cat. It was the usual cat you see on social media or your street but it had so many colors that could disqualify it from being a cat.

I sat up from the bed and stood up but I fell before my feet could succeed in upholding my body.

"Master!" another squeal and my body fell on a large fluffy ball.

Somehow, I landed on what was a mighty wild cat which happened to be the cute multi-colored cat I had just seen.

"Are you okay, master?" the small voice had turned to something deep and loud.

I stood up instinctively no matter how that felt soft and so different from the hard pavements I fell on to my death.

Ah! That is right. I should be dead at this point, right? But I was alive in a container that was as comfortable as a motel room. (I had not been into a motel room before my death so don't think I was a bad boy then, okay?)

Somehow, at this point, I knew that the life outside one of the three doors in this room led to a world that was everything less comfortable in comparison to this room or even the cold rooftop but it was more fun.

(I smiled while writing that paragraph, so many beautifully dangerous and thrilling moments were ahead of me but I was unaware and scared then.)