Hello! My name is Alexander, and I am dead. Yep D. E. A. D. Dead. But don't worry I won't stay dead for too long anyway. That ball of light said I was going to be reincarnated, whatever that means. All I know is it means I will live again. Wait a second someone is telling me something. Huh? Well, it seems I have to stop talking to you and get on with the story.
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I see a HUGE truck barreling down the street, and I say "Fuck," before I am turned into jelly and spread across the street.
Everything turns black and I, feel compressed by a wet, hot and fleshy prison. A light suddenly appears in the darkness, blinding me for a few seconds.
"Hello, Alexander I am your assigned soul guardian Xavier. It seems that your soul can't be, renewed anymore," it says.
"Uh... hi." I hesitantly say "Do you know what is going on and is my soul going to be ok?"
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"Well, that is the thing we don't know, what will happen," it says.
"Do you know anything that might happen?"
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot, you might feel a lot of pain when you are born."
"Wait, born? I just died a few seconds ago."
"Well I would like to talk to you some more, but you are about to be born."
"Wait! I still have to ask you things."
"Don't worry you can tell me when you reincarnate next."
The light disappears, and I feel something pushing on me. The fleshy prison keeps on pushing harder, and I see, light. As my skin, touches the air I feel it burn. Ow ow ow. I am a bit ashamed of it but, I start to cry as more of my body touches the air. Fuck you it hurts... a lot.
Someone cuts my umbilical cord, and I am, carried away. I feel warm water cover me, and rags wash off the blood and other nasty things off me. I am wrapped up in a blanket and given to my mother. Expecting, a smiling face, I am taken back by an annoyed look. Like I was a chore. She moves me to her chest, and I think, no way I am a wholesome man with christen values I will not. Interupted by a nipple shoved into, my mouth, and my survival instincts take over. What happens next I will not talk, about.