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The beginnings of the SECOND life (yes, there are two)

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A small grey sphere rushing towards me.
A crashing pain in my head.

I wake up. I'm floating down a river, on a thing that seems like a hammock, but it cant be, because hammocks dont float.
I wonder how I got there. I think back, my last memories are a blur. Then it comes to me.
A grey sphere- a bullet.

I was shot. Then why arent I in a hospital? Why can't I get off the strange hammack I am on. I try to lift my hand to feel my face, but I cant. Its strapped down too. I try to crain my head forward, and am relieved to find that I can. I see a mass in the distance, land.

Was I kidnapped. I was shot in the head, there is no way to survive that... unless...unless I didnt survive. I am dead. My mother will cry, and my father will curse at my brother for driving me to the park where I met my doom.

I am dead. Thats all I could think. I will never see the sunset on the beach, never again sit at lunch with my friends.

I relaxed again. Waiting to see what death would bring me, if it would bring me anything at all.




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