posted by madscientist117
Memory of a Soul
I was a boy who once had a great life. The reason why I said “used to be” is because I died, and somehow, I was reborn and regained my memory. My name used to be Francis Adams. I once had two good parents, two 1-month old twin siblings named George and Georgia, and a girlfriend named Christian Anderson. I got straight A’s every school year.
When I was 12 years old and in 7th grade, my dad and I were walking home from school and then one of my dad’s workers stopped us. My dad, who owned an electronic company with many employees, forgot to pay one of his workers the time.
“Where’s my money, Mr. Adams?” the worker asked.
“I’m sorry that I forgot to pay you Darden, but there were so many workers for me to pay, so please let me have more time to get the money,” my dad begged. Darden then pulled out his gun and he was going to about to shoot my dad but my dad quickly grabbed his arm. Then Darden accidentally pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot me in my forehead. My dad and Darden were struggling with the gun, and finally, my dad got the gun. He shot Darden in the head so Darden wouldn’t bother him again. After that, my dad realized that I was dead, and immediately called my family and my girlfriend to notify that I was dead. My family and my girlfriend cried so hard that their tears wet their clothes.
While my soul separated my dead body, I lost all of my memory I’d forgotten them, how I died, my school, my girlfriend, my life, and even my family. Then I was reborn as a newborn baby. My new life had begun. I had different parents with different jobs and an older sister named Christian. At the age of 4, when I first saw my sister’s face, I had some strange vision that I had some prior connection with her other than a sister. My family called me Joey at this point. Three years later, in 1st grade, I’ve learned that my last name was really Anderson. Suddenly, I had this same vision but this time I’ve remembered that Christian used to be my girlfriend.
The following school year, at recess, I was walking around; doing nothing, but then the twins named George and Georgia came to me. “Hey Joseph, you wanna play 3-square box?” George asked. I didn’t really mind playing so I nodded “yes.” After recess, the twins asked me one more thing. “Joey, do you want to play with us at our house?” Georgia asked. I didn’t really care about it so I nodded “yes.” When the twins and I went to their house, all the sudden, I had another flashback but this time was different. I remembered that this house used to be my house. When I met their parents, I had another flashback that the twins and their parents used to be my family!
I asked Anderson’s family if I could live with them, and they said I was always welcome to go to their house or sleep over. So I went to their house almost every weekend and played with George and Georgia. Parents from both families became good friends as well. I was so lucky I had two happy and warm families.