I myself always thought that I would die a horrible, slow and painful death. I accepted it long ago. Everyone I knew and cared about ended up abandoning me at one time or another. I knew I would die alone. I just never thought that it would come so swiftly. I died at the age of 21. What's worse no one realized I was dead for half a month. I died in my office, and I overworked so much that when people saw my dead body they thought I was just working. It was only when my subordinate came to collect my assignments, when the foul stench of a dead body entered his nostrils. I was disposed of like a banana peel. Thrown into the trash. But I never thought that once I closed my overworked, sleepy eyes, that I would see a woman standing over me.
Her silver hair was tied loosely in a low bun. Her face creased with wrinkles of age. Her stomach was small, but all the same plump and round. She had a smirk on her face that irritated me for some reason.
"I see you've driven yourself to death?"
She said it as a fact not a question.
I tried to speak to object, but my lips wouldn't move. Not even a whisper.
"Oh cat got your tongue?"
I wanted to yell, to scream, to do anything besides talk to this woman. She aggravated me in the worst way.
"Well since you worked so hard in your past life,I will give you a second chance. Don't blow this one again will ya?"
She giggled and pulled out a long stick wrapped with a glittering silver vine. She pointed it in my face then muttered something too quietly for me to hear. All of a sudden, a warm blue light started to cover my body. When it covered my eyes I heard a scream. It took me a moment to realize it was my own. I squeezed my eyes shut, when a cold chill went down my body. Like cold water running over me.
When I finally open my eyes, I was staring up at a old man in a suit that looked like it was from 1462. He had a worried look on his wrinkled face. He had whispy grey hair coming from every spot but the top of his head. The next thing he said is what surprised me.
"Oh thank goodness you're awake young master! We thought you would surely die from that stab wound you inflicted from that rabid burglar! I am so very proud of you for standing up to him, just maybe not at the expense of your life. But I had faith! How are you feeling?"
I guess being put into the dead body of a random person and have an old man tell you that that you were stabbed is a little major, because the next thing I knew I passed out.