Do you notice all the people you walk by? The ones you forget the moment you take their eyes off them. The ones you barely spare a passing glance. Have you ever walked on a crowded street and wondered what their story was. Did they pay attention to others on the same street. Oh well, its not like it really matters. I never did really care.

Why?

Cuz I'm rich.

How rich?

Not that rich. Rich enough to avoid walking on the street like a peasant though. 

Anyway, as I was saying, I was at the stage where the money got to my head. I really only cared about what happened in front of me, and if it affected me in anyway. If it didn't, it didn't. Even if it did affect me, it did not. My parents made sure of that.

Nothing really bothered me as long as I kept my grades up.

Punching the poor student in class? He could only take it like a champ. (I was bored)

Catcalling my hot teacher? Got some uncomfortable smiles in return. (She's really hot though)

Annoying my younger brother? He would suffer in silence ( I am like a God unto him)

Anyway, I was never forced to face the consequences of my decisions, because I had good grades, and my parents dismissed all these problems as the antics of youth. It was truly an easy life. I had everything. Nearly everything. No girlfriend. But who needs one when the trusty right hand is there.

Why am I telling you all of this? 

Because my life is flashing before my eyes.

If you're wondering why I'm not screaming my lungs out, worry not. It is because I cannot scream. Honestly, I'm not even sure if I have lungs at this point. The last thing I remember is a splitting headache, loud girly screaming (possibly mine), and a sensation of being yanked. 

So, here I am.

Alone I suppose.

Can't see anything.

Can't hear too

Can't feel anything either

I'm unexpectedly calm for this situation.

I wish I could panic, maybe that would wake me from whatever this is,,,,,,but I can't. It's just unrelenting calm.

The calm is eerie.

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I'm gonna try to move. Let's see... Move a leg for- Oh, I don't have legs. That should make me panic right?

Nada

This is confusing. I give up

Hmmm?

That's weird

You know that feeling you have when you stare at a light with closed eyes? Yeah, that one. I'm having one like that right now. Well, sort of. It's the only way I can describe it.

Wait...It's getting brighter. Is this what they mean when they say "Go into the light"? Well, the light is too bright. Tone it down a little!

Ooooh? I'm.......moving?

I feel slightly......... dizzy?

The hell is ha-bbbblllllllllllggggrggggggggrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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Tired

That's how I feel. Can't move at all or open my eyes. So.......sleeppppppppyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

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Can barely open my eyes

Everything is.....red?

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Can hear some rumbling. Can stay awake longer. I do not know how long. I'm still tired. So tired..

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Something is poking me. Broke my sleep. Stop it, I'm tired.

I said stop!!

Oh good, it stopped.

I'm still verrrryyy tiiiirreee-It started AGAIN? 

Your grandfather, I, commands you to stop!!

Why is the rumbling louder?

I cannot sleep. The poking never stops. What is thing anyway? Can't keep my eyes open so I can't see. 

Eh

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Oh, it finally stopped.

I'm so tirrrrreeeeeddd...........

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The poking returned many times. It is my most feared demon. It interrupts my sleep and,,,and,,hmm, Well, it interrupts my sleep, So many times. I close my eyes, and as I stand before the gates of sleep, the poking monster comes from the depths of whatever hell it was conceived from and drags me back.

What have I ever done to it?

This is worse than being blue-balled.

Oh it gone? Back to whatever sleep I can get. Ttyl

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Even more rumbling? Something around me is moving. It's pushing me. 

Everything is red

Where am I supposed to go? I'm stuck.

The rumbling gets louder.

The pushing stops

Phew

It started again?

Where the hell am I?

I am trying to move. Oh, the pushing is actually helping?

I can feel something weird pressed against me?

I'm going through something.....

Fuck. I'm stuck

The pushing stops.

Wait, don't leave me hanging here. I'm fully panicking.

Phew... the pushing started again.

I can see...... light?

I'm being pushed towards the light?

I don't want to die.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

I try to struggle but I cannot. My limbs feel weak, sapped of any strength I used to have. I refuse

My refusal doesn't so shit. 

I'm pushed toward the light.

I close my eyes as I brace myself for whatever

My body hits the light,,,and....and......

HOLY FUCK IT'S COLD!!!!!

SO FUCKING COLD

IT'S TOO COLD

TURN IT DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!

WHY IS THERE SCREAMING AROUND ME??????

IS THAT THE TORTURED SCREAMS OF THE DEAD?????

"STOP SCREAMING", I SCREAM

THE SCREAMING GETS LOUDER

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A stinging sensation hits me.

The screaming gets louder.

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A giant looms over me,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and picks me up?

That's no giant....that's a man.

Which means...... I'm small.

Which means........ I stare down..... two tiny limbs stretch out beside me.

The gia-man is wrapping me in cloth.

I'm a baby.

I do the only thing I can do.

I scream.