Well, I guess I died. I can't say that I'm not shocked by this turn of events because in my line of work, death is something that one may face if they aren't careful enough. But in my case Its just cause I wasn't fit enough and there was only two of us carrying. This was truly an unfortunate incident. How did something like this even happen?
Moments Before...
I arrived at work on time as usual, used the locker room to put on the proper protective gear, and made my way up to the top of the building where I was stationed. The building itself wasn't finished but it was clear from looking at it that the finishing touches were bound to show the full potential of this construct. The beginning of any building was not started with the ground in fact it starts much earlier than that. The idea of the creation is the beginning and it makes sense for something like that to lay the groundwork for any kind of blueprint.
An hour passes
"Why were we the only people assigned to carry all the heavy equipment to the people stationed 5 levels below us?!!" My Coworker was visibly angry, as his furrowed eyebrows began to intensify and his face starts to become distorted. I kind of understand why he was angry but at the end of the day the boss, is still the boss and we are to follow his orders. "Listen, I understand why you're angry but its not worth wasting your energy complaining because any form of negative thinking has ever benefitted anybody and has only sought to cause them even more discomfort." The anger of his that seemed to swell began to dissipate, returning his face to it's natural relaxed look. I'm relieved that I was able to calm him down before his anger to boil over and turn into rage.
My place in all this is not to serve as the one who mediates, I don't really think such a task is mainly built for a person like me but If I have to be the one, I'll do it. Walking down platforms while bearing weight on your back may be less harsh than walking up but the heat is what makes all of this walking really harsh. Frustration building along with heat is very common and it makes total sense why a person would find themselves complaining about the intensity of the sun's glare on them.
While being lost in my thoughts, I caught a glimpse of my partner missing a step, he tripped. I tried to go after him but I was too late, he landed face first on the platform...and soon I followed. I tripped just like he did, my left instep twisted in the direction of my right foot and along I came barreling down landing on the side of face in the process.
I'm right next to my partner and I struggle to utter a word at first but something manages to come out. "H...He...Hey, wake...up." There wasn't any response so I called out to him once more. "Hey! Wake up! Please, wake up." Again there was nothing. I came up with the assumption that he was already dead because the blood seeped out from his head and his skin starts to undergo discoloration.
It wasn't long before I followed suit. My visions blurry, everything has distorted. The sun's glare intensified to it's highest magnitude, everything in sight becomes enshrouded in darkness and each time it closes in I feel myself slip away. There is nothing I can do to change this outcome, all I can do is wait for my life to finally run its course.
The heat that my body once produced no longer remain and all that is left is a body awaiting its death. My eyes become heavy and now I know longer have the energy left to keep them open. And as they close, the darkness overtook what was left in my sight and finally I reached the end of my life.
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*A spark of light appears in the center of the darkness and it's illumination grows beyond the darkness revealing a rather blurry world. Voices and a cry can be heard. The veil that once shut blinded the eyes, lifted as the colors of life began to feel the room.
...Hmm, wait what is going on here? Didn't I die? What is this place?
I scouted the room with my eyes until I laid my eyes on this person I've never seen before...A woman. But who is this person and why is she holding me? She had a rather light brown complexion, her eyes were brown as well but they seemed to flicker between dark and light. I noticed that my own hands were of the same complexion as hers so, I came up with the logical conclusion, that she is my mother.
Wait, was I reincarnated? I've only heard about this kind of thing in films and stuff. I find this to be pretty annoying because I never would have expected that such a thing would happen to me all of a sudden.
My thought were interrupted... A man enters the room at walks over to my mother and leans over on her side. "So this is our son, he seems to be very calm at the moment...I thought babies cried more." Considering the way he gently leaned on my mom, I can already guess that he's my dad. "Yes, I noticed that this child we created together was is calm as well, he seems like such a curious little thing."
If only they knew that I understood every word that left their lips. Well I guess I'll play my role as a newborn to avoid any kind of suspicion.
I wonder what, this new life of mine has to offer.