Accidently Transmigrated

A young man with dark hair and green eyes sat on a bench, alone in the rain. He was overlooking a small lake in which he saw a singular swan in its foggy center. He did not have an umbrella, and you could tell he had been in the rain for a while...he was soaked. Despite the unfortunate weather and depressing imagery that surrounded him, Alex smiled.

Alex didn't know why, but he was in a good mood. He had no reason to be; earlier that day he had been rejected by one of his college classmates he'd asked out. After being rejected, Alex decided to go for a walk eventually ending up in the park on the bench. Initially after the rejection he was disappointed, but as he sat in the rain, gazing at the lonely swan, he smiled.

'Better luck next time' Alex thought to himself.

As he finished his thought he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

When he exhaled with his eyes still closed he suddenly felt weightless and the rain stopped. His smile grew wider. 

That was, until he felt wind blowing from underneath him.

'What the-' 

Smack! 

Alex hit the ground hard and rolled several times. 

"Ah shit my legs!" Alex winced. His entire body screamed in discomfort, but his legs were the worst. 

His smile was gone, replaced with a pained and confused expression. The moment he had hit the ground he opened his eyes to see what had taken place, but he was met with darkness. 

'Did I hit my head and go blind?' Alex panicked and rubbed his eyes. Nothing was covering them and they were wide open. 

"h-Help, Help! Anyone please I can't see anything!" Alex shouted, but he heard nothing. In fact if it wasn't for Alex there would have been no noise at all. No leaves rustling in the wind, no birds chirping, no hum of cars passing in the distance. 

The only noise was his voice and the echo of it. 

'Why me?' Alex questioned. 'What did I do to deserve such a thing?' 

Alex waited for help to come and rescue him from what felt like a trip to hell, but help never came.

The minutes passed and Alex's voice grew weaker. 

The adrenaline of the initial situation had run its course, leaving his legs throbbing in thunderous pain that resonated throughout his entire body. His fear had slowly faded, but was replaced with growing confusion.

'How the hell could I have fallen? Was I hallucinating? I'm sure I was just sitting on the bench and then bang!' He pondered soaking wet.

Half an hour went by and during that time he confirmed a few things. One, his legs were definitely broken. He quickly noticed that they seemed to want to bend in a new way, opposite of how they usually do. Two, he was in some large enclosed area, the echoes made this easy to figure out. Three, he must have fallen roughly 10 meters. His injuries and the wind he heard for a split second before he hit the ground made him confident in his assessment. 

He decided against trying to find other people, mainly because crawling just a meter made his body feel like it would crumble. He was also not very confident in his navigating skills right now. 

What confused him the most was the all encompassing darkness.

'My head took the least damage, so I doubt I lost my vision. Maybe I am just in a pitch-black room?' Alex hoped it was the latter. 

'Was I attacked? No, I couldn't have been. I've been conscious this entire time, I'd have noticed if I was knocked out and transported somewhere'

It seemed he as laying on some rough dirt floor, with jagged rocks making the experience even more unpleasant. Alex had felt like he had been laying on the dirt for hours, but he was just now becoming dry.

Alex continued shouting, now more so out of frustration than fear. He was not as fearful, at least not anymore. Now he was just hurt and confused.

"Help! Anybody out there? Helloooooo. If you can hear this please come help me, I will pay you as much as you want. A million? No problem! Just please, any time soon would be grea- Ah shit my leg!" Alex cringed.

Alex continued to try and persuade anybody within a shoutable distance. The time passed by. The minutes turned into hours.

Alex's once enthusiastic, highly energetic pleas where now more more like slightly urgent requests. 

Hours later, Alex lay staring blankly at the ceiling, or at least he would have been the ceiling if he could see. His voice was strained and his body aching. He had stopped shouting and was now rambling to himself.

"I can't believe she rejected me." Alex muttered "I thought we hit it off! She even laughed at my jokes! Well, she just doesn't know what she missed out on." Alex scoffed. He didn't have it in him to yell anymore, so he decided that some noise is better than none and started talking to himself.

"Well, I guess 'I have a boyfriend' is a pretty good excuse. I didn't even really want her that bad anyways" Alex said as a single tear escaped from his eye.

Funnily enough it wasn't the physical pain that made him cry.

After rambling for hours on end, Alex was starting to feel sleepy. He fought his tiredness, but in the end he could not fight it anymore, not even the pain could keep him awake.

"I guess I am in a fairly safe place, nothing has happened to me since I arrived here. Maybe someone will swoop by and save me while I sleep, then I would wake up back in my room on my cozy bed..." Alex said as he drifted off into sleep.

Alex dreamt of himself back in the park, sitting on the bench. 

He looked over the lake. His vision was clear and he saw wind on the waves of the lake, slowly travelling to and from. Rustling leaves filled his eardrums, but that was it. The park was beautiful but serene.

He searched for the swan, the lonely creature that he had previously found kinship with, but the swan wasn't there. There was no low rumbling of distant engines. No planes overhead. 

Alex got up, but his legs buckled beneath him. The injuries that he had suffered in the void seemingly weighing him down. Even here he could not fully escape from reality. Crawling, he tried to find someone, anyone, but the park was empty.

'Home, I just want to go home.' Alex thought as he started scraping his body along the dirt pathways of the park. He wasn't far from home, a 10 minute walk at the longest. Alex however, was crawling. While he didn't feel pain, the mental strain it took to move his body along was immense. 

'Just one arm in front of the other,' Alex repeated to himself as he scraped the dirt with his bloodied fingers. It took him 10 minutes just to get to a point in the trail where he could see the parking lot. But strangely nobody was there. He hadn't seen anybody else in the park, or the parking lot. He didn't even see any cars.

"Help! Please anybody! Come save me, I need help!" Alex shouted at the top of his lungs. He did not stop moving forward. As he reached the parking and saw that there were no cars and no people, he decided to start crawling into the middle of the road. That way if anybody was driving by they could stop and put an end to the hell that Alex had been thrust into through no fault of his own.

'I just need someone, just one person to come. Then everything will be alright. Then this nightmare will end. Please I just need one person to come and save me.' Alex's thoughts lazily repeated in his head. 

It seemed the further he went, the harder it was to keep moving. He was now closer to his house than the park where he started. At some point Alex stopped looking up. The sight of anything but his home put a hole in his heart. Then finally, he crawled pathetically onto his houses street.

Alex couldn't even think at this point. He locked eyes with the front of his house and kept inching towards it. He got closer, and as he did his pace slowed. Getting halfway through the street took longer than getting to the street itself. The strain was otherworldly and the only reason Alex could bear it was because, well he wasn't. He couldn't think or perceive anything that was going on around him. All he saw and thought about was the exterior of his house, and how someone would save him once he arrived there.

It took hours for Alex to finally 'stand' in front of his house. One last stretch of his arm and he would finally be home. His nightmare would be over and he would be saved.

Alex stretched out his hand and the moment he was about to touch the wood of his front step, he woke up.

Alex was not home, And nobody was coming to save him.

Alex's eyes were wide in shock, dark bags would be seen with just a hint of light. He was sweating profusely. The only thing that brought him out of shock was the pain scratching each nerve of his body.

'No one is coming' Alex realized.

Then something shifted in his psyche. His breathing steadied, and the pain seemed to dull.

"I will save myself." Alex declared.