Chapter 2: Chapter 2 – The Beginning of a New Story

After dying I found myself drifting weightlessly above my own corpse. I was able to see the blood flow from the points of entry and exit of the bullet which had ended my life.

 

As time proceeded to flow the man, I now knew to be my father fled the scene as police sirens were drawing near, likely as a result of an individual overhearing the gunshot.

 

I didn’t know why but as I watched the scene in front of me it didn’t feel as though I truly cared; my death had no purpose, nor did my life, it was just as if somebody I didn’t care about in a novel perished, or a movie character was annihilated. It felt like I was watching the tragedy of a murder scene unfold out before me, as if it were one of those murder mystery shows.

 

This scene in front of me evoked no emotion. Despite all the memories I had acquired I felt no real attachment to them as I watched the world’s time flow from the dark alley where I had died.

 

And then, I watched. Time flew by, hour by hour, day by day, week by week, and finally, month by month. Soon roughly 4 months had passed, and I had witnessed several crimes be committed in the very same alleyway I had died in.

 

Soon, I found myself wanting to blink, this invoked the slightest amount of emotion in me. I found myself surprised.

 

Within the several months of time I watched from this alleyway I never felt the urge to do anything other than watch. I saw little to no good, but I was able to see the monstrous side of humanity.

 

A man who I thought seemed good at first had arrived at the alleyway to feed some of the kittens who had been left there by their mother. The mother was in fact going to gather a small amount of food to nourish the kittens but when she came back, she found the kittens dead. The man had fed the little kittens rat poison, not to be a kind individual but to take the life of helpless, small animals.

 

As one more month passed, I saw even worse things occur, a young boy with his parents were trying to pass through the very same alley I had died in. That was when my father made his return.

 

It was obvious that the family were quite rich, the mother had a shining pearl necklace around her neck and the whole family were dressed out to go to a gathering.

 

That was when I saw my father gun down the two parents, take their belongings, and then beat the young child mercilessly. When he left, nearly 20 minutes before the police would arrive, the boy was left crying severely over the loss of his parents and weeping while trying to nurse his horrendous wounds.

 

It was at this point where I felt the urge to blink. This finally drew forth an emotion from the depths of my soul. It was... surprise.

 

Within the last four months I had yet to feel an urge to do anything, but now that I had felt an emotion, I could feel something blossoming within me. 

 

That was when it happened, I blinked.

 

As my vision of the dark alley with the boy weeping faded, I attempted to open my eyes only to find that my eyelids now had a weight to them. As I struggled to finally open my eyes, I was able to find that the world had seamlessly transitioned from the alleyway to finding myself in the arms of a beautiful lady with silky, auburn hair. 

 

Her pale face was covered in sweat as if going through an exhausting ordeal, but the shining, bright blue eyes she had conveyed the joy she was feeling despite her current state.

 

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As my vision turned, I saw a man burst through the door at the far side of the room. He was dressed fairly formally looking at the lady above me as well as me with pure adoration in his eyes. His golden-brown eyes conveyed pride and happiness. I could tell he hadn’t slept very well though as the bags under his eyes told the story of his lack of good sleep.

 

His black hair, which was obviously greasy, folded across his forehead as it was very obviously disheveled; almost as if rushing to wherever we currently were.

 

My vision slowly unfolded across the room I was now in; I took in the sights of everything around me. The lady holding me was in a light-blue gown of sorts. But she was also lying on a white bed with a white sheet covering her lower body. 

 

To the right side of the bed was a small little table which contained a small light with a shade on it. There was also a half-empty glass of water sitting on the table which was obviously drunken by the lady holding me.

 

To the left of the bed there were three chairs which had been joined together to make a makeshift sort of bed. I could easily tell because there was a pillow on the one closest to where the lady would rest her head.

 

I heard the man’s voice come out as he crossed the room in what seemed like milliseconds, almost teleporting towards the lady and I.

 

“Lily how are you and the baby?! The doctors wouldn’t let me in until I went through a full deep clean to not get the baby sick.”

 

His voice was deep and conveyed a feeling of strength.

 

As my gaze flicked back and forth between the two individuals above me, their eyes full of warmth, I was able to hear the voice of the lady above me.

 

“Welcome to this world little Caden.”

 

Her voice was melodic, pleasant to the ear 

 

That was when I realized something.

 

I had been reborn.

 

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Author’s Note: The rebirth of Caden Behring has officially begun. Will his second life by any better than his first.

 

Let’s find out!

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