It was strange, too strange. This feeling of embrace, this sense of darkness and weightlessness. Something that my body recognized as all too familiar, but that my mind thought of as strange.

Just what was going on.

I was 17 yrs old, I was about to begin my senior year in highschool. Well that was the plan atleast. Certain circumstances had made me look into dropping out before the year began. What circumstances some may ask, well wouldn't they like to know. Personal problems, family problems, out of my control type of problems. Yet, none of that mattered to me. Make the best with the cards you are dealt, that has been my mindset. Though sometimes life gives you some particularly shitty cards. As it turns out, a few weeks later, my last card was handed to me, everyone's last card, DEATH.

It wasn't something extravagant, something out of the ordinary, in fact, it was something too common, but that most just don't see. Rich and spoiled, that was all that had to be said. A car accident with a drunk and drugged spoiled 20yr old bastard, made me lose my right leg. The guy, somehow got away scott-free, no jail time, no nothing. My family simply happy that they got paid hush money, truly what a fucked up thing life is. Do the most with the cards that you are dealt, and this guy that was given one of the best hands, and chose to do this with them. It made me smile, it made me laugh, it made me cackle. Make the best with the cards you are dealt, but of course, and I did just that.

I killed the bastard. It wasn't difficult. His family was well known, he publicized everything on social media. All it took was an uber, a gun, and a motive. Lights out. Sadly or not, it was lights out for me too. A family this high up and powerful wouldn't just let something like this slide, no. With a little push from them, my prison sentence was quickly changed to a death sentence, and I was executed by lethal injection 1 week later.

I did not regret my actions, I did not regret my life. I simply did my best with the cards I was dealt. And now, I was here. But not for long it seemed.

I felt that I was moving, more so like I was being pushed, guided towards somewhere. Was it time for my soul to reincarnate, were the hands of God pushing me into my next life. I felt a sudden chill at the top of my head, soon enough on my my whole head, and then my torso. I did not know why but I felt slimey, and then I felt it, hands. Something had grabbed me, even though I could not see, I could hear and feel. What I felt were clearly hands, and then being wrapped up in something, and what I heard were voices, not English, but Japanese. I could recognize the language from the anime I had seen. I wanted to speak, to ask what was going on, but as I heard my own voice it dawned on me. That babbling noise that just came out of my mouth, mixed with the fact I could not see, and that slimey sensation. I was a baby, one that was just born.

How could this be possible, was this his reincarnation, he still had his memories, he still remembered his past life. Was this a gift or a curse. Nonetheless the newborn body's instincts kicked in, wanting food, wanting to eat. He could feel something poking him on the cheek. He could not see, scratch that, he could now see light and dark and could make out things around him. It seemed his vision finally adjusted. He looked at what was poking him, and could recognize what it is, he took it in his mouth and began to feed.

So I will be Japanese in this life. I wonder what my name is. As that thought passed, drowsiness got the best of me, and I fell asleep.