Many people question the idea of birth. Where we begin. Our origin. Many people choose to believe in science and evolution, while others use religion as a source of belief. But while there are many opinions on birth, the true mystery lies in what comes at the end. Death.
Most people fear death. But not because of fear of the end. But what comes after? Is it nothing? Is there an afterlife? Mabey its an endless grass field where hunger, pain, and strife exist no longer. Or mabey its a series of floors where you must complete trials to find what awaits at the end. Or maybe... It's a rebirth. That is when you die, your body decomposes, but your host, your "soul," lives on. Maybe it goes into a new body. Maybe your soul gets sent to another world. The truth is, nobody truly knows what happens when somebody dies. But many like to dream.
Yes, a dream. Something happy. something fulfilling. Something nice. Something.... Anything... Anything that isn't this...
I couldn't even remember how it happened. What I did to get here. Hell, i dont even remember what happened ten minutes before now. The only thing rushing through my mind is the searing pain coursing through my whole body. I can't move. Hell, I don't even think I can breathe. But I can feel it. My blood. Leaving my body through my stomach. I can feel the rain touching me. Every drop, another rush of pain goes through me. I hate it. I hate everything. I hate the feeling of my blood leaving my body. Of the rain that feels likes Knives peircing my insides with every drop. I hate how I can't remember anything. I hate that I even found myself here. All I feel is hate. Hate and anger. Anger at myself. Anger at the world. Anger.... at....
Nothing.
I feel anger at nothing. I don't even feel anything. Nothing at all.