TBATE: The Rook

Humanity has always wondered what happens after death. Is there such a thing as heaven or hell? A god who welcomes us into his paradise? I couldn't deny it because I had no idea what happened after death. To confirm the existence of

something, proof that it exists is required, and to deny that there is no paradise after death, confirm that there is nothing is required, which is impossible and irrational. This does not imply that we must believe everything without any real evidence. I was taught not to be gullible, but also not to be incredulous.

Because there are infinite possibilities, what we understand is meaningless in a vast ocean of uncertainty.

What I didn't foresee was...

" congratulation It's a healthy boy ." A voice came to my numb ears.

Colors and lights sent spasms of pain through my immature nerves, and I was immediately bombarded by a sea of sensations. When I finally got a better look, I noticed what appeared to be the doctor who had assisted in the delivery; however, he did not appear to be a certified physician. He didn't have any tools; only his thick glasses, and his aged and somewhat tired appearance made him appear older than he probably was, giving him the air of an experienced old man. The dark wood room had dim, flickering, orange lighting that cast shadows around us.

'Are those candles?' I inquired, taking a closer look at the lighting.

I immediately made a guess based on what I saw; there was a

'doctor,' or so I assumed, because i lacked a gown and could only guess. We were in some sort of basement because of the worn wood on the ceiling, it's concerned me, especially now that my mobility was irrevocably linked to another person.

I rolled my eyes as I tried to take in my surroundings. I couldn't move my neck for obvious reasons, so I had to rely on my peripheral vision, which wasn't as well-trained as it once was, but I was confident that I could at least emulate a small amount of the efficiency I had when I had my previous body, because peripheral vision is the human brain's attempt to focus attention on the center of vision. So it is easy to improve it with training.

A woman with a black hair and blue eyes with a loving look suffused in them enters my half-blurry and obscured vision , Her long lashes are arched slightly upward, lending her a gentle air. In this life, I suppose she should be my mother.

but how did i die 

Was i betrayed? Did i make a mistake? Or was it simply an accident? and what was the voice that I heard before everything went dark . I was also curious if my teammates would be sad or even notice my absence. Mother would be melancholily . But I'm confident she'll be fine with time , she is the strongest person i know and i left her money that will let her live happily for the rest of her life .Bu.. but I left my mother...alone, There is no greater disobedience than for a son to die before his parents,I hope she will be fine and i am sorry for the pain and suffering you will have to endure because of me. 

there's also Henry who is my best friend , I know he will go through The five stages of grief and maybe develop a depression on top of his gambling addiction that will be very fun to watch . After that,Emma she'd notice my absence, but I doubt she'd cry. 

As I rambled through my thoughts, a voice called my attention to the doctor.

"I recommend that you rest for at least a week, Mrs Rose. Also, if anything happens, please do not hesitate to contact me."

"Thank you very much." The woman thanked, and I could feel my eyelids getting heavier.

With so little conscious time, it appears that the energy of this body had already been depleted.

Being a baby was truly unpleasant. I fell asleep to the sound of the wooden floor squeaks.