Why do I make myself suffer like this?

Chapter 2

Light.

The faint white light.

His eyelashes flutter open as he quickly moves his sore hand up to his neck, rubbing over his throat.

Where the soft flesh got cut.

There's no scar, not even a trace of a cut ever being there.

With a soft groan he sits up, noticing that instead of his armor that he wore on that one night-the night that made him rethink life- he wore a clean, white cloak that was too big for him. It reached past his ankles, the sleeves engulfing his hands entirely.

He stands up on his bare feet, looking around -at basically nothing.

Everything's white.
It's an endless whiteness with nothing in sight except him.

He looks around, puzzled. Eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly parted as he turns around in a circle aimlessly.

He swallows, looking up before down at his hands as he wriggles them past the wrist of his sleeves. They're clean. Not a drop of blood, mud or rain water.

A soft sigh leaves his throat and he lets his hands fall back to his sides.

How?

Well... Reincarnation.

A soft rumble comes from the bright white "ceiling" before a voice speaks.

"My child."

Petah freezes, his shoulders tensing up as he jerks his head up towards the voice.

"What..?" He ask from himself in disbelief.
The voice rumbles with a Cuban accent, a bit raspy.

"Don't worry about nothing, mi hijo." The voice says with a soft chuckle.

Petah, gulps, confused. "Who are you?" He asks, his voice echoing around the area regardless how quiet he was.

"That's not too important, mi hijo. Believe me, been there, done that
But every day above ground is a great day, remember that." The man says and silence comes before a quick  'bakhow!' noise fills the 'room'.

'A chicken?' Petah thought to himself. "Was- was that a chicken?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows once again.

The voice sighs and a hum of confirmation leaves him.  "You know, in the name of the father and the son and the Holy Spirit?" The voice mumbles.

Petah nods to himself basically, crossing his arms. "Of course I know it, I'm religious, I followed God. I fought for him!" Petah exclaims with a small huff.

The voice is quiet for a moment before answering. "Well- I'm God. You can also call me Mr. Worldwide or Pitbull." He explains.