Bloodied Hands

Chapter 1; The Beginning After The End

I never believed of the phenomenon that people referred to as "Light at the end of the tunnel.", as they wake up, half dead, exclaiming they saw the pathway to heaven.

Yet here I am, staring at the glaring, blinding light that is this so called "tunnel", when the last thing I remember is killing myself.

I wonder. Why have I been placed at heaven's doorway, when not only have I killed, but killed myself?

Did I commit an existential deed, that outweighs my sins?

I don't remember being kind, and I never was a benevolent man. I was a broken tragedy. But then again, that is from my own personal prospective.

Anyways..

Since it seems, I wont wake up anytime soon, instead of slowly gravitating to this white light, I might as well walk toward it.

This journey seemed to take eternity. I half expected a choir of children, draped with white clothes to appear and sing angelic hymns. Beckoning me, to what I had hoped for was heaven.

Instead, the vision that supported me has turned bright red as sound assaulted my now sensitive ears, that were once laced with the remnants of a void of endless nothing.

I tried to open my mouth and speak, yet the only thing that escaped my throat was a short wave of air.

The muffled voices became slightly clearer, as I made out a "Congratulations Sir and Madam, its a healthy boy."

...Wait.

I guess normally I should be thinking in the lines of  "Shit, was I just born? Am I a baby now?"

But strangely, the only thought that seemed to escape my mind was 'So the bright light at the end of the tunnel was coming through a female vag.."

...Let's not think about that anymore.

Assessing my situation in a rational adult-like manner, I noticed, first of all, that wherever this place is, I understood apart of the language. That's a good sign.

After that, I opened my eyes painfully and slowly, as I slowly was bombarded with colors and figures that struck my retina. It took sometime for my infant eyes to get used to the light. The doctor, or so it seemed, had a not so-appealing face, with long graying hair sprouting from both head and chin. I swear on his old life, that his glasses were overly thick. I can almost guarantee you they're bulletproof.

The strange thing was, that he not only wasn't wearing a doctors gown, but that the place I was born in wasn't a hospital room.

I seemed to have been born in some satanic summoning ritual* because not only was the room lit by candles, we were on the floor on a bed of straws. (*See TL;DR)

I looked around and saw the female who pushed me out of her tunnel.. Calling her mother should be fair. Taking a few more seconds to look at her, I admit, she's a beauty. Rather than a glamorous woman, she seemed to have a bright and gentle smile that permeates motherly love. Is this why babies are attracted to their mothers?

I peeled my face away and looked to my right to barely make out the person who I assumed was my father by the idiotic grin, and teary eyes he gazed at me with. He immediately said. "Hey little Ari, I'm your daddy, can you say dada?" I glanced around to see both my mother and the doctor (for all the certification he surely has), roll their eyes. My mother managed to scoff, "Honey, he was just born."

I took a closer look at my father and I could see why my mother was attracted to him. Despite the few loose screws he seemed to have, for expecting a newborn baby to articulate a two syllable word. He was a very charismatic looking man, with a clean shaven square jawline that complimented his features. His hair, a very enveloping black color and ashy light brown eyes, while his eyebrows were fierce and sharp.