Dead and Divine [Part 2]

Where Am I?

“Where you belong.”

Who are you?

“The reason you are here.”

So, this is the afterlife…

“What were you expecting?”

Something… else.

“Are you disappointed?”

I don’t know

“Why not?”

I wasn’t expecting anything

“So you were expecting “Limbo?”

Maybe

“But then that’s still something!”

I guess so … Well don’t you feel proud for dissecting my thoughts?

“I don’t have to try, it’s who I am.”

And who is that exactly?

“You already know”

Do I?

“You just refuse to believe”

I didn’t know what I was doing in an “afterlife”. I was a teenager who had committed bloody suicide (Not to be mistaken with “a bloody suicide” as the British would say). I was carless and gave away my life. It I wasn’t so empathetic, I’d be grateful that I am not burning in a “hell”. But I’m not sure if I even believe in that myself.

“I didn’t throw my life away,” I told myself. I took a long deep breathe. “My life was over at 18 years. It just ended sooner than other kids.” I wasn’t sure if I could believe the last part.

So what do you plan on doing with me?

“I’m going to leave that up to you”

What do you mean?

“I’m going to let you choose”

Well, what are my options?!

“You are reborn back on earth.”

What’s the catch? It can’t be that simple.

“You are smarter than you act. The catch is you will have no recollection of your previous lifetime. You will not remember a single part of the past 18 years. You will be a brand new person.”

So, you’re going to give me a second chance at life? What makes you think I won’t just make the same mistakes?

“You won’t remember them”

Would I be willing to give all that up? All that I’ve ever come to know? Then again, I didn’t know much to begin with. I was only 18 years old. If I were to be reborn, that would mean a chance at a better life, with new people. However, I risk forgetting the good people in my 18 years and replacing them with (possibly) worse people. What makes it even worse is that I won’t be able to remember those few good people that meant the world to me and the memories we’ve shared.

The choice was harder than it seemed.