Honestly... I would say my life was pretty damn good. A decent apartment... A stable job, and subtle hints of romantic flares emanating between my co-worker and me, and all my friends still lingering around.
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So, if you'd of told the old 22 year old me, who used to bare a short, dark brown hair, and stuffed emerald-green eyes, that in a moments time, on a random Saturday I'd burn to a crisp, and transcend towards a new reality... I would have most likely called the police on you.
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Spontaneous human combustion. Who new it was real. Laying atop my blanket, with its divergent nature swaying its rag-like fabric on-top of my bed; peering down on my phone that conjured an ocean-like blue towards my face, I could sniff out a feint burning smell.
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"The... Hell?" It was my foot. It was engulfed in a graveyard of flames.
Let me ask you this: if, out of no where, you started to burst out in flames... Would you quietly wait for your existence to meet its end? Because I sure wouldn't.
It spread. As if a wildfire, the burning sensation soon grew from head to toe. I strangled my way out of the blanket that made an attempt to engulf me within its burning flames. Launching, as if a rocket, I punted my right foot forwards, and busted out of my apartment's door.
The orange, pumpkin-lit horizon was a spit in my face. I'd always enjoyed views, so why'd I have to see such an exquisite one right before my death.
Hang on... why was I burning in the first place... No explanation seemed clear at the time. In-fact nothing seemed clear at the time. Wanna know whyyy? because I was burning to death. that's why.
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I tried screaming. Yet, my once industrial vocal cords seemed to disperse as my body dived itself in flames. Cowards. At this point, seeing wasn't an option. Burning to death... Is hell. Too caught up in the horrific burning sensation to even fathom a quick lookback at your life.
I felt a hard, almost concrete-like slab in-front of me. Instinctively, I dove over it, it was the only option I had. After all, when burning to death... Your one thought is: How can I make this horror show end?
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Ahhhh yes. What floor was I on inside this apartment complex? I think... One of the highest floors possible, as far as I can remember. And... hey wait? Don't quote me on this... But I'm pretty sure my room stretches outside, and protecting the fatal fall to your demise is a stone slab, stretched from the first door once you venture out of the elevator towards the floor I lived in... all the way towards the final door, shielded by a stone, concrete wall to the right of it.
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So, adding up all the puzzle pieces... not only was I burning to death, but, in the 'heat' of the moment, I had forgotten that the one thing protecting you from falling to your death... Was the one thing I decided to hurdle over.
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I burned to death... and fell towards my death. Double whammy. Great.
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Deep down, somewhere inside my soul, I knew it was over for me whilst I was burning. I just simply didn't want to accept that fact. Seriously... My life I was living at that moment was my literal dream life. Yet, I suppose fate had other plans for me...
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I was blind still. But, only this time... that burning sensation... was gone. A-and... I can... think? How am I still alive? If I were... The injuries must be bad. Most likely, that fall would have left me paralyzed, or at least left me with some broken bones at most. And the burns too. No... It almost seems impossible? Perhaps I'm in a coma, y'know? After all, I feel almost nothing?
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These theories hadn't come anywhere close to the actual answer. My eyes sluggishly began to unstick, and, while at first my vison was blurry, it soon became subservient to the surroundings. Glancing down at me, a man, for whom I could guess was nearing the end of there thirties, looked pretty damn handsome for his age. He had a neatly crafted attire on, that reflected the fashion sense of someone from the medieval ages. Same thing could be said about the woman right beside him, who expressed herself in an exhausted manner. She too wore the odd medieval type of clothing. The man didn't just hold natural beauty in his face and body, but also his golden blonde hair. While on the other hand, the woman sprouted a decently long light brown hairstyle.
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We were surrounded by layers of bricks, dusted with a grey hue, and clumps of arched, carved wood to sustain the roof, that coated itself in an elegant scarlet-red wood.
Alright, I was done with these two strangely huge humans. Why on earth were they staring down at me? And what kind of hospital was I in? Was I even in one to begin with? Or perhaps I'm too picky, because this room I was in... Didn't seem like a 'hospital' to me. And oh boy, was I right.
I made an attempt to grapple my way upwards, away from these strange people, yet, reaching upwards, I noticed my hand... was tiny. Something even more odd I noticed, was how the man was holstering me as if I were a baby, cradled with care and love.
Oh wait. I was, wasn't I? I hadn't been revived by pure luck... I was... reborn. No, more-so...
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reincarnated.