Reborn From The Moon [ON HOLD]

April 4th, 1968.

This was a very significant day of my life, or should I say death?

That’s right April 4th 1968 was the day I died.

The day I died, was the day the great Martin Luther King Jr. was shot and killed.

It was 8 o’clock, 2 hours after MLK was shot and killed and about 30 minutes after he was pronounced dead. All of a sudden, I heard glass braking behind me. There was a lot of shouting and breaking of things. People were on the street fighting, shouting, breaking into stores, it was complete and utter chaos.

I had absolutely no Idea what was going on, why these things were happening. Then I heard a shot come from about 2 feet over. I panicked, dropped my bags and ran.

I ran until I could see the cover of the forest. I thought that if I got lost in the forest, my pursuer wouldn’t be able to find me, and I could live. But somewhere in the bottom of my stomach I knew was going to die. That I needed to.

That feeling terrified me enough for me to stop running for a split second as soon as I got to the edge of the forest. That feeling, that split second, caused me my life. The moment I stopped, I felt a terrible pain tear through my back and stomach. I had been shot.

I was able to drag myself into the forest long enough to get away from my pursuer, who wasn’t chasing me anymore, but I didn’t know. I had dragged myself to a clearing in the forest before I couldn’t go on anymore. I was lying in a spot where a single moon beam was reflecting on the ground.I looked up and saw a million stars in the clear night sky. The moon was bright and shining and at that moment, a comet flew across the sky. I remember my last words were: “What a beautiful way to die.”

Little did I know that my life was just starting.

Because I had a purpose, one I couldnt fulfill until I had died.

A purpose to be a hero.