Reincarnation

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Memories flash through my mind. The wars, murders, thievery, and my families from each reincarnation. Each reincarnation, each life, each memory is pain anyone who says other whys hasn't experienced anything like me. I need to stop caring; give in, but that wouldn't matter I just get reincarnated. Tears start to form on the edge of my eye while Blood starts to form on my left eye. My eye patch covering it blocks the blood from running down my cheek. I could feel my tears fall slowly down my face. My heart plunged as the memories of my worst most painful lives vividly crossed my mind over and over again.

Tears now streaming down my faces. My cheeks becoming redder by the second. A migraine setting in from my hopeless crying. I have done some bad things in my last few lives as I am beginning to give up hope on finding the end to all of this. The reincarnations, the loss, the pain I feel constantly from these both traumatizing and painful experiences. If people knew my pain would they act differently, or would I suffer the same amount? The thing I hate most about being reincarnated is the one feature about myself that I've hated from the beginning, my left eye is surrounded by a small patch where there is never any pigment. The eye there is yellow, a pale yellow.

Life snaps back at me stopping my trance of pain. I walk into the building. The building was white with a range of grey stained-glass windows each with there own little flower bed hosting plants like tulips, daisy's, and roses these were the only the ones I could name. The building format was like a hospital, so it didn't take long for me to learn the layout. I walk up to the receptionist. He is a young man about my age. Jet black hair, a greyish blue eye color, light skin. He hasn't noticed me standing there as I wait my eyes drift down to his name badge; Aoel. His eyes still glued to the screen as he types phenomenally fast.

"Uhh... Mr..." I start not wanting to embarrass myself. Oh god, this is why I'm an introvert, People suck, socializing sucks. I want to die but before I do his gaze snaps at me. Formal, yet soft. I start to get uncomfortable as I feel his eyes begin to read my soul. He shifts in his pose to become more relaxed. Making me wonder if I should be concerned.

"Aoel, sir. Just call me Aoel," He responded with a shy, slight smile relaxed on his warm face as his cheeks were a light shade of red clearly uncomfortable. Well, at least I'm not the only one who is slowly dying on the inside from embarrassment. He shifted in position again I believe to the embarrassment that we both share.

"Well I have my appointment with Dr. Kayden," I manage to get out without stuttering. Since when was I a complete mess even with my history jeez. I have officially never been this embarrassed in the whole 1000 years that I have been reincarnated. At least no one knows it. He gives me another warm smile.

"Oh, so you must be Hex, I was wondering who they would be" he chuckled. OH great so he knows who I am. Well, I'm so doomed someone kill me, please. Right, I just get reincarnated great. My thoughts flash through all the things I could reply with. 'So, you know my name... great' nope not that 'You know m-my name' I am not embarrassing myself like that 'oh okay could you please sign me in' I should say that but instead...

"You're not a stalker right..." I replied. Mentally slapping myself. Why would I say that? He started chuckling. He turns back to the computer still chuckling slightly.

"Oh god no, earlier I was reading all the patients that were expected," he replied, blushing obviously embarrassed. He turned away trying to hide his embarrassment. His hands were fidgeting with the led pencil that I had only just now noticed was in his hands. He kept shifting slightly out of embarrassment. He was avoiding my gaze. I gave a little giggle sharing the same embarrassment. "Well I signed you in Mr. Hex," he quickly spat out to get out of this increasingly awkward situation.

I giggled "Thank you... and a... well sorry for making this so awkward situation for both of us," I managed to say feeling more awkward than I should. Man, this is why I hate apologies so pointless so well embarrassing to admit you're wrong.

He quickly cuts me off "It's alright but you should go to your appointment with Dr. Kayden," . Oh, shit I forgot about that. That statement had jogged my memory on why I was here. I glanced at my watch... 9:00am I've got time. Wait 9:00 my appointment was at 9:00. My panic must have been present on my face as he gave a chuckle at my panicked state. I sprinted around the receptionist's desk but before I could go further my panicked sprint was interrupted with his fit of quiet laughter. I stopped confused in my rushed and panicked state for his laughter. I paused and turned around giving that 'what did I do?' look reading across my face.

"His... office is... the other...way... Hex," he chocked out between his giggling fits of his all so quiet laughter. His face red from laughter. His laughter died out leaving him panting slightly. I felt embarrassed. I was in such a panic that I forgot which way to go. I guess the one thing that never changes throughout my many life times is the fact that my personality never changes, just repeated. I wish that I wasn't effectively god-like in the part that I'm basically immortal.

"Yeah right, I forgot," I calm myself down and let my analytical trait take form, I learnt this trait when I was sent negotiating with in a War. Maybe WW1 or WW2... whatever one that Hitler was involved in. For some reason I felt that something was wrong. I can't remember... man I'm getting way to old. I scanned Aoel; he was wearing a navy turtle neck jumper, a little yellow pin in his hair pinning back a small bit of his coal black hair. My eyes fell on a man in the background there was a sight lump maybe 2mm in his sock. I immediately knew what it was a knife.

His gaze fell upon me and smirked. Our eyes interlocked. His cold and stiffening glare while my cold and calculated gaze meeting his. He looked back at his sock where the knife had been concealed and then back at me. I suddenly knew who the knife was for... Me.

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Most of the facts are wrong. Like none of the history is really accurate I just need something to write.