I awoke in a forest full of vibrant green trees and unimaginable flowers bloomed near by.
Off not to far in the distance I could see a vast lake sprinking in the morning sun light.
I stood up surveying my surroundings wondering how I got here the place was beautiful but I know I shouldn't be waking up in the middle of the forest with no idea how I got here
FFFUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK..... . .EFYTFGFSE4U HE 33FDWRY.....
just as I thought of this and excruciating pain assaulted my head giving me the intense headache I ever experienced in my lives, ...
wait lives?
The pain stopped after what flet like hours but I know somehow that really only a few seconds pasted, and what I was left with was mast of memories that I was slowly recovering from my past life and the events that led me to this forest.
... I died....
yea I died but instead of feeling devastated I felt a overwhelming sense of relief.
FINALLY,. .. Finally my long held wish came true. I was given a second chance at life and I was definitely going to make the most of it.
To understand what led me to this moment I have to share my past life.
I am ashamed to share with others how I got here but the past is the past while it still affects me and my choices going forward I know the experience I took took there will help me in this life and the people, place and disappointments and failed expectations will not reach me here.
In my 1st life I was a loser
I grew up in a very stereotypical family, my father was never in my life really before the age of 13 ...
well I take that back he was there but he at the time he never thought that I was his even though from the my first memory I was told that he was my father but my mother at the time was juggling my older sister father and his plans to trying and get back together with here and find another man that she was falling for but she for some reason immediately knew who my father was from the moment she saw me and never had any doubt(which she was proved right but that's fir later).
But I also had a younger sister who my father knew without a doubt was his because by that time my mother and my father was truly together. so for the longest I can remember my father would shower my sister in gifts, love and absolute loyalty to his little princess, while me I had no such love from him only distrust and weariness towards me.
even after they split when I was around 6 or 7 years old he would come every weekend to pick up my sister and take her to everywhere she wanted to. but not me, I watched every weekend as my sister would leave and I would always as the same question
"can I come this time dad" he would just look at me for a min or two before saying the same thing he said countless times before "sorry maybe next time"
but as the weeks, months and years went by and "next time" never came.
it was when I was around 11 about to turn 12 that I realized next time would never come.
BUT It was also that around this time I had this revaluation that not to far off my life would change in ways I never saw coming.