Death.

I died.

I'm gone.

Finally, I'm free.

I jumped from a bridge to my death, hitting my head on the shallow river floor. Ending what I considered to be suffering. Now I rest in this void, and shall rest for eternity. Peace. I am at peace. Or so I was.

I awoke to light. Blinding my eyes for a few seconds. Blinking it away, I found myself staring at in unfamiliar ceiling. White with a bumpy swirling design all along its surface.

I stared at it for a few seconds in very deep confusion.

"AAAGH. SHIT." Out of nowhere I was hit by a migraine. Memories, not my own flash through my mind. Sam Whitlock a kid who had gone through the exact same abuse and torture I went through, just died. And I somehow took over his body. He just turned 14 yesterday. Which in this house hold means get the shit beat out of you.

He has two other siblings older than him Jim 17 and Drake 18. Just like in my life they had to overpower thier father who was a 7ft tall ex marine soldier to do anything. Weird I know, but that's life in this family. Dad says it's to prepare them for the world. We all know that's just a load bull, he's a drunk. But they couldn't do anything about it.

His older brothers are caring and take care of him but still could do nothing to stop their Father. Every day after school was a beating for all of them. They endured for each other. But Sam couldn't handle it and killed himself. Which is the fourth only weird thing in his memories.

First my original name is Luke. My original family was poor. Like we lived in a motel. Owner of said motel new my dad and gave us permanent residency. In this family my name is Sam and we're in-between rich and middle class.

Second I died when I was 46. This kid died at 14.

And third was the way he killed himself.

'what the fuck'

'I'm pretty sure humans can't do that.'

'What The Fuck'

'He erased his soul.'

'WHAT. THE. FUCK.'

I'm sorry let me rethink that.

'HE ERASED HIS SOUL!'

'WHAT. THE. FUUUCK!!'

'I know your life was bad but holy shit.'