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The deafening crack of the gun shattered the silence of the night, followed by a searing pain ripping through my stomach. Doubling over, I clutched at the wound, feeling warm blood seep through my fingers. There was no signal at all, no warning of the impending shot that would mark my 17th death. As I lay there, gasping for breath, I couldn't help but wonder where I would wake up next. Would it be the familiar comfort of my childhood house, or perhaps the bustling streets of an unknown city? 

 

Closing my eyes, I let the darkness engulf me, welcoming the inevitable transition to whatever lay beyond. It was a strange existence, this cycle of life and death, but it was mine nonetheless. Each death brought with it a sense of deja vu, a fleeting glimpse of my past lives lived and lost. But amidst the uncertainty, there was a strange sense of freedom. 

 

With each new beginning came the opportunity for reinvention, to explore different paths and possibilities. In a way, death had become my greatest ally, a constant companion guiding me through the ever-shifting landscape of existence. And so, as my consciousness slipped away once more, I embraced the unknown with a sense of quiet resignation. 

 

Whatever lay ahead, I knew I could face it head-on, as I had done so time and time again. As the darkness consumed me, I felt a strange sense of peace wash over me. Whatever trials awaited in the next life, I would meet them with open arms, ready to embrace the endless cycle of life, death, and rebirth. For in the end, that was the only certainty in this chaotic world.

 




Submitted: 11:53 Fri, 22 March 2024 by : Mazourine Matvey age : 16