Patch Valentine - His Story

Introduction - Never born

"He who is not busy being born is busy dying" - Bob Dylan

There was light and feeling. My siblings surrounded me as we all tried pushing each other to get out of the cramped space we were confined in. We were almost there but everything started getting dark and cold. The light in front of me was slowly fading until it was completely gone from my vision.

I was lost in the dark and shivering brutally from the cold that pressed against my body, seeping into my skin and entering my bones. It felt like ages before I felt a touch of warmth coming from somewhere around me. It brought me closer until my whole body was enveloped in warmth and the cold was gone.

I blinked my small eyes, being able to see slightly. Everything seemed kind of blurry but I could slightly make out a girl who was holding me. She was looking at me with a small and maybe even sad smile on her face. She carried me over to something before laying me down.

The fabric below me was soft and filled with warmth. Before I knew it, my eyes were closing. The bright colours around me started to mend together until everything around me was black once again. This time the darkness was nice and not so cold.

Little did I know I was dead and alone in a world of angels.