I Was Reincarnated

01. Reincarnation... seriously!?

I died.
No, honestly speaking, I am not yet dead.
It seems like I’m still alive even with the knife strongly lodged into my back.

(It’s cold.)

Though my back is hot, the rest of my body is quite cold.
I think I’m bleeding too much.
I will surely die if this goes on.
But I can only stay collapsed while lying on my stomach.
I was just thinking, “Am I going to die?” without raising my voice or rolling over to get my phone.
Since I can’t feel the pain for some reason, it appears like I’m going to die without suffering.
I didn’t call out for help because I don’t want to do something so futile.
The place I’m in right now is a deserted back alley.
No one will hear me even if I shout.
I didn’t get my phone because my body won’t move. I will just run out of strength before I can crawl that far.

If it’s hopeless, then don’t struggle. That’s my principle.

—-In other words, it’s a pain.

I don’t have such deep attachment to life that I will cling to it foolishly.
As for people whom I can call friends… It can be said that there are none.
I, who always were sleeping a lot, have been spending this year as a first year high school student for the second time.
And as for why I am in a back alley that’s extremely unfrequented during the daytime, it’s because I was on the way to school.
My house is located somewhere close to this back alley.
Even though it’s my second time as a freshman, I was told that my grades were already precarious. And so I headed towards the school while rubbing my sleepy eyes.
At that moment, I was attacked by a slasher.
Even bad luck should have its limits.

(It was not fun, but it was a peaceful life.)

Because I was always sleeping, the memories I can seem to recall is limited.
For me, the symbol of peace is sleep.
I think that it’s a life full of sleep even if I do say so myself.
It was a short 17 years of life, but was it fortunate that I didn’t need to find a job?
There won’t be a suitable job for me if I sleep this much.

(I’m sleepy.)

I did not resist against my eyelids that were becoming heavy.

Since I will die anyway, it would be good to take my final sleep of supreme bliss, too.

I shut my eyes and let go of my consciousness.

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“Please wake u~~~p!”

When I heard that voice at point-black range, my consciousness surfaced.

“Why are you sleepiiing~~? Please hurry up and get inside the doooor~~”

It was a person with a dragging and irritating way of speaking.
It’s impossible to distinguish whether it was the voice of a man or a woman.

“So noisy.”

I woke up because of your voice.
If I am not mistaken, I was stabbed and should have been half-dead.
…Did I survive?
When I opened my eyes, there was a person infront of me whose appearance is also indistinguishable whether they’re a man or a woman’s.
That person who looked like a priest from some anime I watched a long time ago, was leaning into me.