Like a Phoenix

Dying and born

Laying on the pavement wet with my own blood, I'd stare up at the frantic faces above me. A car would siren in the distance, it wouldn't make it, I felt it in my bones, I was going to die. Death it was painful, it was cold, colder than space more painful than getting your skin ripped off. If I could make it so no one would have to go through this pain again, I would. I lay there scared. I lay there bleeding out, my mouth, my ears, my nose bleed out, a large gashes in my lungs caused this. I knew they were in my lungs not by feeling but by the painful experience of not being able to breath.
Laying on the pavement dying, my conscience faded, as my son lay over my body crying, clutching my hand which slowly losing its heat. Tears and snot on his face, I'd dread leaving him to just his older sister, but with this I can finally see my waiting husband, a small smile appears on my face, he would be fine. His sister who we were going to go pick up from school would be fine, I'm only glad the knife was in me not my son, my sweet baby boy.
I'd finally let a single tear fall down my cheek, id whisper to him,"I'm sorry..."  I'd die just like this, it was not a simple death nor was it a bad one because I spent my last moment with one of my treasures.
I'd open my eyes screaming in pain, I was alive?! No but my head felt like it was getting run over my a truck. All I see is blue of black and colours slowly seeping into the darkness. The pain moved as the colours became clearer, to my body, than my legs, hands grab me and pull me out of my misery. These were kind hands, the blurriness of the world would settle and I'd see the seen. A giant with stubble on his kind, young face, big blue eyes would be brimming with tears of joy, it reminded me of the look my husband have when my daughter was born. The gentle giants hands dunk me into blissfully warm water and lightly scrub what looked like fresh blood off my body, wrapping me in a hand knit blanket, it was soft and silky. He'd pass me to a woman, a woman with white hair and red eyes, an albino? A kind yet happy face would look down at me, unhealthily skinny arm would grasp my body, my tiny body, when it came to me , I was not tiny, nor were they huge, I was a baby.
It all makes sense that way! The pain was of getting born, the man was my father and this woman was my mother. So I guess, I was reincarnated.