Reborn

Or so I thought.

I do not know what happened after I lost consciousness inside that bus to hell, nor do I know how long ago it was.

When I came back to me it was all dark, the weirdest feeling I have experienced thus far. It was not the darkness you experience inside a room with the lights out, it was true darkness, like everything surrounding me was gone. Nothingness.

"Maybe I truly am dead."

My senses were gone; I could not taste, feel, hear or see a single thing. I think I do not even have a body anymore, whenever I try to move any part of me, there is no reaction at all. I think I might have gone crazy, because I have no idea where my body begins and where it ends inside this infinite darkness. Time no longer makes sense; hours, days, years, it does not matter how much it passes if I cannot perceive it in some way. Will I be stuck in this void forever?

If I am dead, this must be hell.

It should be, I wasted my life after all. Never helped anyone, no one ever loved me and I never accomplished a single thing. Being honest, my soul would not have been welcomed in heaven under any circumstances.

Suddenly, a voice interrupts my depressing thoughts; one speaking in some kind of language I cannot understand. Nonetheless, I am delighted; for the first time in God knows how much, I am hearing something. Even though it is just some gibberish, I am so glad to have recovered my hearing.

The noises start becoming increasingly louder until they turn into screams, shaking the inside of my head painfully. I believe they come from a woman, somehow it feels that way. Maybe I am still inside the bus, maybe someone is crying for help.

My uneasiness grows as I continue being unable to wake up, I want to scream, to run, to know where the voices come from.

As my desperation reaches its limit, I start to feel an indescribable numbness surrounding my body. I still cannot move my legs or arms, but I can feel them there; they are tiny, weak, entirely different from the way they felt before.

It all hurts, why does the first thing I feel when I recover my body is pain. What is happening to me? Am I crushed underneath the bus or something?

A blinding light appears out of nowhere and I recover my sight, all my senses are coming back at once, all in unpleasant ways. The light erases the nothingness surrounding me and I start to grasp for air; no, it seems my body does not even remember how to breathe.

"Now, I'm sure I'm dying."

The light, the pain, me suffocating. These are my last moments; I guess the crash did not kill me instantly.

While I am praying and saying goodbye to my life for a second time, what I believe to be a hand grabs me violently and my whole world turns bright, too bright to even see a thing. I can feel myself surrounded by warm water, the big hands that a moment ago were threatening me now caress me dearly and I can hear a faint cry, different from the ones before.

It comes from… me?

Wait. This cannot be. Why am I tiny enough to fit into someone’s hands? What are these silhouettes surrounding me in the middle of what I assume to be an ocean? 

I does not matter what I try, the only thing that comes out of my mouth are the loud and unnerving cries of a... baby?

I was mistaken, awfully so, I was not dying… I was being reborn.