1.Who?What?Why?When?Where?

Darkness all around me.

No not just darkness, a warmth unlike anything I've felt before, but also it gives me the strangest Deja' Vu'.

*Thud*Thud*Thud*Thud*Thud*Thud.....

What was that?

A slow but steady beating, I tried to look in its direction, but I couldn't feel anything or see anything but darkness, but I could feel a warmth that felt like it was encompassing my whole being.

I knew I needed to think, I couldn't move, all I could feel was warmth, and I could hear a slow steady beat of noise.

I came to a few conclusions, I was in a coma, I was in the final stages of hypothermia, or some other reason that alludes me.

I tried remembering the last thing I remembered before I woke up here, I was walking home, there was some construction of a new Wal-Mart happening near were I lived.

I was passing by when the earth started shaking, then I heard a loud snap from above, I looked up and I saw a bunch of steel beams raining down towards me, I tried to run, but before i knew it all I could feel was a crushing weight upon me and then nothing.

That was the last thing I remembered, I thought to myself, if that's so I must be dead.

No!!! Maybe!! I don't know!

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Calm down! Calm down!! CALM DOWN!!!

BREATH!!! Breath!! Breath!

Okay think, I don't know what happened, but if I died then I can't do anything about it, but I'm conscious and aware so that's good, but I can't move my body or I don't have one.

I'm surrounded by darkness, but I'm also surrounded by a comforting warmth, that doesn't sound like death, but what do I know.

The all encompassing darkness seems like death, but the warmth feels like life, so maybe I'm between life and death, Limbo?

No. I don't know.

There's also a steady beat, almost like a heartbeat but louder, wait, why almost?

Maybe it is a heartbeat!

If it's a heartbeat, then that means....

No....It couldn't be possible....could it....?

Yet im conscious and aware after dying.

Think! If I died, and given my surroundings I might, might just be a fetus, which means I'm in the process of being born, or reborn.

I can only hope so....but I shouldn't get my hopes up, after all 'prepare for the worst and hope for the nothing', that way anything that happens that's not horrible will feel like you came out ahead.

If I died, I'm strangely calm, but I did freak out previously, but I did calm down kinda fast, but I did get desensitized to alot in my previous life, if it is previous.

Also if I don't have a body or my fetus body is being formed, I don't have a brain or the chemicals running through it to cause panic or other emotions, but if I don't have a brain, how am I aware and conscious?

I'm assuming too much...but I don't have anything to do but think. Yet if my previous assumptions have merit, then I'm aware and consciously thinking because my soul is aware and conscious.

Then that means I exist in soul form or some semi-physical, semi-spiritual form of existence right now.

Thinking about this is trippy.

I can't do anything about my current situation so the only thing I can do is think. I should plan for if I get reborn, but only a small simple plan, in case I end up staying here forever.

If, IF! I get reborn the first few years I would mostly sleep and eat, so I should get used to my body and try small movements, and try to learn the language being spoken around me, but mostly I should try to organize my memories, and meditate or a combination of the two.

Then after a few years when my body is capable I should do small exercises, like walking and stretching, and try to learn to learn the language better, either by listening, reading, or spelling, if I can.

After that I would continue to learn any knowledge I can and exercise my body to the best of my ability, and meditate daily, after all IF I get reborn, that means meditation might work to unlock some supernatural powers or at the very least help with my mental and physical health.

That should be good for know, after all I'm not sure of what my future holds. So instead of thinking of maybes, I should do something concrete that can help me now....but what exactly is that?

The only thing I can do is think, so I need to think about the best possible way to think that can help me, ughhh this hurts my metaphorical brain!

Think! Think!! Think!!! Thinking...

Got it!!!

The best way for me to think is to organize or recall my previous memories, especially all the fanfictions or novels I read about rebirth and reincarnation. Also after each time finishes that I should do my numbers, and letters, and math from simple to complicated, then review my memories again, then numbers, and letters, and math, and so on and so on, over and over again.

So that's what I did over and over again, but that soon became tiring so I added in a new thing to think about after my memories, numbers, letters, and math, after completing those I would think about a story, book, tv show, video games, or movie's and replay it in my head as best I could, but I could only remember so much of the main plot points of each story.

Yet much like when I reviewed my memories, or knowledge, every time I reviewed any stories I would remember a little more each time or the little parts I remembered got more clearer with each revision.

This wasn't much but it was something, finally I got lost in this cycle of thinking, until I got knocked out of it by feeling something new.

It started with a feeling of increased pressure, but I soon got used to it, yet almost every time I got used to it the pressure seemed to increase, with a rippling motion.

So I did the only thing I could do...I thinked!

Pretty soon I came to a conclusion, if I was a fetus in the process of being reborn, the slight increase of pressure which came in rippling waves, it could only be one thing, that a could think of, contractions.

Which means if I was being reborn, my new mother was going into labor, just thinking of this made me giddy with joy!

I calmed myself down though, I didn't know for sure, though, know that I wasn't focusing on reviewing my memories, the darkness surrounding me seems lighter, tinged with a redness.

I tried looking, observing my surroundings better, thats when I noticed, I moved, slightly, but I still moved, focusing on myself I noticed, I had a body again, sure it was a small body of a baby, but it would grow, and it confirmed my theory of rebirth.

Wait, why didn't I notice this earlier, plus I could hear muffled sounds now, I remembered babies could hear long before birth, plus they kicked and moved around the womb.

Ahhh, that explains it, I was so lost in my mind reviewing my memories and knowledge, that I didn't notice, plus I was suspended in amniotic fluid that felt like I was floating on a soft cushion of air, that was barely noticeable, I only noticed when I became more aware of my surroundings, when I tried to observe more of them, after I got knocked out of my brainstorming.

Well I only improved my thinking capabilities slightly, but it was better than nothing, after all I was only a fetus for nine months though who knew how long it has been since my death.

After some more thinking I realized my parents must be worried, since I didn't kick or move around in the womb, that I was aware, so they or the doctors might think me stillborn, but they will have a happy surprise when I'm born I'm sure.

Feeling the pressure continuing to increase, I focused on the muffled sounds I could hear, yet I couldn't make it out properly.

Suddenly near my feet, I could see a small pinprick of light, my mother's cervix must be starting to dilate, I thought, well at least this means, I'm in the right position to be born, I think.

After a long time waiting and increasing waves of pressure and watching the pinprick of light get bigger and bigger, I finally felt the waves of pressure push me forward towards the light.

That's when I had a strange thought, what if i was in a coma, and this is a hallucination or something, and this bright light, is what they say you see in death, that your supposed to 'not go gently into the light', after some more thought I came to the conclusion there was nothing I could do but wait for the outcome.

Soon all I could feel was pressure, then pain as the cold started to bite against my skin, I started to shout, but it came out as a wailing scream, then I was surrounded by warmth once again, yet it was different, scratchy and every time my body moved it rubbed against my skin in an unwelcome, and uncomfortable way, but all I could do was scream.

Soon my body began to adjust to the new surrounding, and the pain became a dull ache, enough so that I was able to stop screaming, and open my eyes.

Everything was bleary at first, but after blinking my eyes a couple times, everything started to come into focus, I saw a nurse, and what looked like a women doctor, both who were dressed in bright white robes, mostly clean, but some splotches of blood.

Moving my eyes, I saw a woman in an old timey looking hospital gown, that was white also, she looked young and healthy, but her face was sweaty and red, probably from the stress of giving birth, she seemed to be slowly recovering, also she was looking at me smiling. Next to her was a man in dark grey robes, his face was stern, but with a small smile, he was also looking towards me, I think they were my parents, if so they looked like nice people, and happy that I was born.

Though why is everyone dressed in robes?

The nurse picked me up and handed me to my maybe mother.

She looked at me, I looked at her, she smiled, I tried to smile, best to make a good impression, I don't want to be an orphan, her smile got a bit brighter, which means my smile must have worked.

Her mouth started to move "Welcome, my child, I'm your mother, you gave us quite a scare, but I'm happy to see your healthy, my name is Martha, but you can call me mom, or mother, your name is Alastair Crowley Grey."

Surprisingly I could understand her, she spoke english.

Before I could do anything I heard a deeper rumbling voice next to my mother, as a head came into view, the head of my father looking down at me next to my mother "Martha, you know he won't understand you, but I get your excitement, it's nice to finally see our child healthy, and happy, if his smile does indeed reflect his mood, I guess I should introduce myself too, my name is Jonathan, but you may call me dad, or father, it's nice to finally see you."

I tried to give a good welcoming impression and it came out as a small cooing sound from my mouth, and at that both my parents smiles deepened and became more pronounced.

Good, I thought, I'm sure they will keep me.