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Laying on my back it was oddly calming and stressful at the same time, being hit by a truck isn't nearly as terrifying as it sounds. It may have been the circumstances of which I was hit by the truck, sacrificing my life for one of my precious people might be clouding my judgment.
In fact, I think the most stressful thing is how panicked my friend looked as she hovered over me, it's surprising how quickly you accept death once you're facing it. As if it's an old friend you accept it's embrace and maybe even hug it back, the only thing I hope is that she moved on from this and wasn't too heartbroken.
The second most stressful thing was that my vision was fading yet my consciousness wasn't, the idea that death was just constant darkness was frightening. If that's what death is I suppose the atheists were right in assuming there was nothing.
Although I suppose that isn't correct because you can't experience nothing, and I'm clearly experiencing darkness meaning that perhaps they weren't right. I guess it's time to wait now, maybe after some time something will happen.
9 months Later
The first thing I experienced after who knows how long is stinging, as if my whole body, if I even had one, had a few layers of skin missing. The second thing I experienced was a smack on the ass, adding to the pain and making me cry out in pain confusion as well as sensory overload.
I did start crying loudly and I was shocked by the cries that sounded too much like a newborn to be my own, when I finally got my eyes open I was met with bright light and a women with dirty blonde hair. Scratch that a giant with dirty blonde hair, with another giant close to her that had faded purple hair.
It was shocking and for a while I didn't understand what was happening, being held in a bright white hospital room with multiple giants was terrifying. Adding that I had just gone through what felt like a lifetime in complete darkness, with nothing but my thoughts.
I passed out soon after and when I woke up again, I was met with the feeling of a soft blanket and hunger. Apparently being a baby makes you cry more often over things you normally wouldn't, like hunger and thirst along with a few other things.
That was my second time crying since beginning my new life, and it wouldn't be the last. After a few days in the hospital I came to terms with the fact that I was a baby again, once I calmed down about it my mind went wild with fantasies about where I might have reincarnated.
Having been an avid lite novel reader and gamer I imagined dragons, magic, and guilds, and then I began giggling that cute baby giggle. I was excited and honestly couldn't wait to get out of this hospital, even if I was a baby and would have to wait a few years if I could be patient for anything it would be magic.
After about 2 weeks I was brought out of the hospital by my new parents, only to be greeted with busy streets and a cliff overlooking the village with four faces carved into it. To say I was shocked was an understatement, here I was expecting dragons and magic but instead I got ninja and an immortal man shaped venus fly trap.
I was excited for chakra but I was also insanely terrified, I started crying again and my parents started cooing to attempt and calm me down. I calmed down soon after and spent a few weeks contemplating what to do, while also finding out that my parents were ninja they were not the greatest but not the worst either.
At least I can have some extra tutoring in ninja things when I get old enough to use chakra without hurting myself, I've also been practicing talking and seem to be getting the hang of it. I've also noticed my parents being really flirty, I feel I might gain a sibling within 2 years.
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FanfictionJessica Rogue never feared death nor did she care about what happened after life, she chose to live her life as she pleased and face death when it came for her. She spent her life watching anime, reading manga, and going for occasional run's before...