I never expected death to take me so soon.

I was just a 24-year-old man trying to make something of my life, but here I am, dead, trapped in a prison made of electricity.

At first, I thought I was dreaming, but then I remembered what happened to me.

I was riding my motorcycle on a rainy day when I suddenly got struck by lightning. My body seized up and, without having control over my motorcycle, it drove off a cliff along with me.

Death came on impact to the ground. I couldn't even process it.

So this must be the afterlife—a very weird afterlife. Why am I trapped here? It doesn't look or feel like hell or heaven.

What are these lightnings anyway? They don't hurt; they don't sting; they do nothing but occasionally flash.

It's not just the lightning, this whole space doesn't make sense. There is no physical ground, but I am standing. I can go wherever I want.

I can walk up, down, sideways, upside down. There is no concept of gravity or space.

It's endless emptiness with lightning everywhere.

"Looks like the afterlife is just being trapped in this prison, I guess"

Suddenly I see a ball of lightning shoot towards me. I dodge it on instinct as it passes by me.

It stops a few meters away from me and begins buzzing. Releasing a special hymn that calls for me.

"I want it," I say instinctively. I feel my entire being tense up as I am overwhelmed with the desire to pursue it, and so I do.

I run after the ball of lightning. As soon I get close to it, it becomes faster.

No matter how fast I run, I am not able to catch it, but I keep running after it.

Days become months, but the game of cat and mouse seems to have no end. But I still keep running after it without feeling tired. My only desire is to acquire the ball of lightning.

During these months, I noticed a significant change in myself. I have become fast, extremely fast, but still not fast enough to catch the ball of lightning.

I feel like years have gone by and my only action has been running after the ball of lightning.

Soon I forget the sense of time as well, but I am still nowhere close to catching the ball of lightning.

Well, I guess I need to continue running after it.

After an unknown period, I notice something. The lightning that always strikes around me has come to a standstill as I run after the ball of lightning.

'I have become faster' I think.

But that is not all that has changed about me. As I run, I am leaving streaks of lightning behind me.

Hope. I feel hope as I realize I can become even faster, so I continue chasing the ball of lightning for who knows how long.

My speed doubles, quadruples, octuplets, my speed keeps multiplying and as it does, I see the ball of lightning get close to me inch by inch.

I am just an arm's length away from it.

I am just half an arm's length away from it.

I am inches away from it.

I am millimeters away from it.

I have it.

My hands finally touch the ball of lightning and I hold on to it as tightly as possible.

I stopped running. I have finally stopped running.

I look at the ball of lightning in my hand and watch it suddenly melt in my hand and seep into my being.

[WE ARE NOW ONE] An ethereal voice echoes across the empty void.

"What does that mean?" I question but get no reply.

After running for so long, I have come to another realization. I have forgotten who I am. Everything about myself and the world I lived in; I have forgotten all of them.

Suddenly, the surrounding void begins to collapse, and I begin to fall.

The sense of gravity that I had forgotten comes back to me.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" I scream as I continue to freefall into nothingness and then everything goes black.

Then suddenly my vision starts to return. I hear two people talking, a man and a woman. I hear music playing in the background.

My blurry vision starts getting clearer.

"What are you doing?" I hear the female voice ask.

"He likes this song," the man answers her.

"How could you possibly know that?" the woman questions him as my vision gets much more clear.

"I checked his Facebook page. I mean, he can hear everything, right?" the man says.

"Auditory functions are the last sensory faculties to degenerate," the woman says.

As I was about to get a much clearer view of their faces, they both walk away.

I suddenly feel out of breath, shocking me to snap out of my drowsiness and become alert.

[Gasp] I gasp and sit up straight.

"OH MY GOD!" the man seems to have gotten startled by my sudden movement.

"Where am I?" I ask as I look around.

I feel alive. I shouldn't be alive. I was dead, trapped in an eternal lightning prison, running for an eternity.

"He's up," I hear the woman say and approach me. The man calls for someone named Dr. Wells while the woman blinds me with a flashlight.

The woman seems to be saying something, but I can't make sense of a word coming out of her mouth as all my senses are being overloaded by a bunch of things, all at the same time.

I try to get off the bed, but the woman tries to stop me. "Look at me, look at me," she keeps repeating her words.

"Hey, hey whoa, whoa, relax. Everything's okay, man. You're at S.T.A.R. labs," the man comes closer and tries to calm me down.

"Star labs? Who are you?" I ask while still feeling a little overwhelmed. I feel the woman put something in my ear, making me flinch.

"I'm Cisco Ramon. She's Caitlin—Dr. Snow," the man introduces himself and the woman.

I turn to look at her, and she shoves a plastic container to my face. "I need you to urinate in this," she says.

"Not this second." Cisco snatches the container away from her, allowing me to have some space.

I move away from them trying to collect my thoughts. I can't remember anything. I don't have any recollection of who I am. I forgot everything about myself during my stay in the eternal prison.

Suddenly I feel a stinging pain inside my head making me cower in pain. I clutch my head and press it against the bed I was lying on.

"Are you okay? Talk to me," the woman comes beside me and starts asking me questions, but I am currently occupied by something else.

I am being flooded by memories of a life I have never lived, but they feel as if I myself have lived it.

"Barry Allen," I mouth out. It's the name of this body. I realize what has happened.

I am no longer the prisoner of the lightning prison. I am free and I have somehow transmigrated into this body. I am alive again.

"Yes, Barry Allen, that's your name," the man named Cisco says while resting his hand on my shoulder.

I turn to look at him. "What happened to me? What's going on?" I ask.

"You were struck by lightning, dude," Cisco says.

"Lightning?" I question. Does this have anything to do with me being trapped in that lightning prison?

I turn around and see myself in a reflection. 'So this is the new me,' I think. I don't remember how I looked, so I don't find it weird seeing myself in a stranger's body, plus the memories I have is helping a lot.

This body feels like my own. I have broad shoulders and a lean, muscular physique—a very athletic body.

From the memories I have, this body was not in this good of a shape before this so-called lightning strike.

"Lightning causes muscular hypertrophy?" I ask. This body can only be achieved through years of consistent hard training.

"Your muscles should be atrophied, but instead they are in a chronic and unexplained state of cellular regeneration," Caitlin says while feeling up my hard chest and shoulders.

"Come here. Have a seat," Cisco says, pulling me and making me sit down.

"You were in a coma," he says.

"For how long?" I ask.

"Nine months. Welcome back, Mr. Allen," I hear a voice from behind and I turn to see a man in a wheelchair approaching.