Crash! "Oh my gosh, a car hit someone!" exclaimed onlookers. Lying in a pool of blood, I couldn't believe people were recording me instead of helping. At least they called an ambulance; maybe I wouldn't feel so cynical about humanity if people acted more like animals.
In my next life, all I want is a house full of pets to keep me company. Even the rich boys at school with their fancy cars couldn't buy companionship like that. As I lay here waiting, envy gnaws at me – they have everything, and all I wanted was to finish school, find work, and eventually have a family.
Time drags on; where is the ambulance? The pain intensifies; it feels like I'm being cooked from the inside out. Why did this happen to me? All my dreams seem so far away now.
Suddenly, silence descends, followed by an otherworldly voice: "The host is in a critical condition – soul transfer commencing in 5...4...3..." Can I actually hear this as I'm dying? Coldness envelops me as the countdown continues: "2...1..." The ambulance sirens wail in the distance just as I teeter on death's edge – what cruel timing. As darkness closes in, one final thought lingers: "I'm not ready to die yet."
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