After immersing myself in the book from the library, evening had arrived, and I eagerly sought out my mother to share the events of my day. As I animatedly recounted my experiences, she kindly suggested that it was time for dinner and rest. I happily agreed and sought out my father, posing various questions to him, which he patiently answered.
Following a satisfying dinner, I crawled into bed and nestled myself beneath the warm blankets. As I reflected on the day's adventures, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment. Why? Because I had absorbed a wealth of knowledge about this intriguing world, willingly delving into the depths of the book, and received precious gifts that, though their true value eluded me, brought me a deep sense of joy. (1)
With those thoughts swirling in my mind, I closed my eyes, envisioning the exciting possibilities that lay ahead, eager to continue my exploration of new books and the wonders they held. (Author's note: This mischievous young soul has certainly raised the flag, I must say XD)
Feeling a gratifying sense of contentment, I allowed myself to drift off into the realm of dreams.
As was my habit, I awoke feeling parched and groggily rose from my bed. In my drowsy state, I reached for a glass to quench my thirst from the nearby jar.
Unexpectedly, I lost my balance.
My body refused to respond, and a surge of panic swept over me as I realized I was paralyzed. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I desperately attempted to scream or even make the slightest movement, but to no avail. It was as if my body had betrayed me, leaving me in a state of helplessness.
And then came the most disconcerting part.
Unfamiliar memories flooded my mind, overwhelming me completely. I yearned to scream, yet my voice remained silent. The pain intensified, consuming me, until eventually, I succumbed to unconsciousness.
An hour passed, and I slowly regained awareness, feeling groggy and disoriented. I recollected the excruciating pain I had endured and cautiously attempted to open my eyes. It felt as though I had awakened from a profound slumber spanning a century or more. Gradually, I regained control of my body, carefully clenching my fist.
Struggling to piece together the events that had transpired, tears streamed down my face as I wept uncontrollably. I tried to clear my mind, but found myself overwhelmed by a cascade of emotions that defied comprehension. I questioned the reason behind my tears, burdened by the trauma of being a patient, the anguish of facing mortality, and the guilt of feeling ungrateful towards my parents... but why?
Then, it struck me that I had experienced all of it, and my tears became a testament to the complexity of my emotions, both rational and irrational. I tormented myself as I wept for everything.
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(Author's note: I want to clarify that Ray is still just a 10-year-old child, and I acknowledge that age is indeed young. I've attempted to explain the situation, but ultimately, it's up to you, my readers, to interpret and understand it. Enjoy the journey.
And yes, I have considered introducing another character's point of view after this arc.
I suspect you haven't forgotten about Ray's past life, of course. It wouldn't be as much fun if you had.
Also, stay tuned for three chapters tomorrow.
(1) - Remember, he's still just a 10-year-old after all.
Adios, XOXO)