"I don't particularly remember it, no,"
"You don't?"
"Now that I think about it, no, just a blurry picture of a car."
"Well, you're not wrong on that behalf,"
"I thought so - Qashqai - big ol' fluorescent purple one, right?"
"See, now you get it."
Ok - let me tell you.
I didn't remember it, this is just the words of my former selves that told me of what happened.
Within ten seconds,
I was ran over by this car.
I can't remember it properly.
It was purple, big Qashqai.
Then as soon as it struck me, I entered some big red doors.
And there I was - I was in a cinema.
A big cinema.
With a lot of older men and women sitting in the front, chatting happily,
(some seemingly crying, it looked like),
There was a little boy - about 6 - in the row right in front of me, wide-eyed and with an open mouth.
There was a teenage girl far on the left. A younger teenage boy down near the screen on the far left.
"You OK mister?" I had been staring around, all the while, the boy who was in front of my had gotten up and ran to my feet to greet me.
"I don't think I'm in the right place--"
"You're in the right place, Mister!" The little boy gave a cheery smile. His dirty-blonde hair was frayed a tiny bit at the edges.
"No- Sorry- I wasn't intending to watch a movie. I'm sorry if I interrupted you watching it-"
"Your name's Luke, right?" He asked me, looking up to reach my gaze.
I looked down upon his sapphire eyes patronizingly. I have reason to believe I scared him with this look slightly, as he put his hands behind his back and took a step backwards sheepishly.
"It is. I'm sorry-- but how-- how do you know that?"
"Mister-- you-- Oh! You hit your head. Yeah, I remember now." The boy poked his cheek, then looking at my with wide eyes. "So.. You're not joking, you can't remember - mister, I don't want to startle you but... I'm you."
"Excuse me?" my eyes widened and my eyebrows raised as if they were soldiers standing to attention. I looked over at the people in the cinema, seemingly, none had seen me other than the teenager on the right. She ushered me over.
"I'm sorry-- but-- it was nice meeting you."
I hurried off to join her, and I sat beside her, I looked at her for a moment, she sat, feet on the chair in front of her.
She held a hand out that was bandaged tightly by a baige cloth.
I shook it.
"I'm Courtney." She had a rather unusual accent, but I couldn't put my finger on where it was from.
"Nice to meet you, Courtney. I'm--"
"I know. You're Luke."
"This is getting weird. How do you all know me?!"
"Jacob already told you. We're you, but, well, we're your past reincarnations."
"Past reincarnations.." I repeated, "Impossible," I sneered at her. She looked at me in a serious tone. I put my hands on my chins nervously and sat forwards slightly. The screen had a loading screen going constantly. The older people in the front were talking - I then noticed, yeah, they're reincarnations of me too. Lord...
"But.. reincarnations? Courtney, you and that Jacob boy-- and the boy down there-- are so young, why are you here?"
"You're 26, Luke - or atleast you were, you're dead now, you get my drift." She took her feet down from the chair in front of me. "I'm Courtney Hughes. You don't want to know what happened to me to end up here, and frankly, I don't want to talk about it either. Never." She paused. "Catch my drift?"
I nodded nervously. A cold dew now running down my brow.
"Jacob was probably one of the worst out of all of us," I soon noticed that her accent, was in fact, swiss.
"Jacob got teased and picked on as a kid. One day he was out in a brown hoodie and the bullies saw him. They grabbed him. Shoved him down a gutter. He washed up in a building site."
"Wha... What?" I stuttered, completely gobsmacked, "But he's so cheerful.."
"He was. Just those brats hated him. Hated his guts. So they shoved his guts down a gutter." She looked over at the screen again. "Kids like that... disgusting." she mumbled under her breath, but I just about caught what she said.
"And, Oh, that's Nathanial. We call him Nathan though."
"Why's he sitting by himself?"
"He's got anxiety. Mental health things," She sat back a bit, I got the drift that maybe she didn't want to tell me about it.
"Courtney," I ushered. "You can tell me,"
She looked at me out of the corner of her eye and lent in to me, covering her mouth with her hand on both sides. I listened intently.
"He killed himself. We don't talk about it. He hates it. Poor kids scared out of his pants," she said, leaning back again.
"He-- I'm not surprised. Poor lad."
The loading screen flashed off of the screen. The screen turned a navy blue, and suddenly, the screen showed the interior of a hospital.
"You don't?"
"Now that I think about it, no, just a blurry picture of a car."
"Well, you're not wrong on that behalf,"
"I thought so - Qashqai - big ol' fluorescent purple one, right?"
"See, now you get it."
Ok - let me tell you.
I didn't remember it, this is just the words of my former selves that told me of what happened.
Within ten seconds,
I was ran over by this car.
I can't remember it properly.
It was purple, big Qashqai.
Then as soon as it struck me, I entered some big red doors.
And there I was - I was in a cinema.
A big cinema.
With a lot of older men and women sitting in the front, chatting happily,
(some seemingly crying, it looked like),
There was a little boy - about 6 - in the row right in front of me, wide-eyed and with an open mouth.
There was a teenage girl far on the left. A younger teenage boy down near the screen on the far left.
"You OK mister?" I had been staring around, all the while, the boy who was in front of my had gotten up and ran to my feet to greet me.
"I don't think I'm in the right place--"
"You're in the right place, Mister!" The little boy gave a cheery smile. His dirty-blonde hair was frayed a tiny bit at the edges.
"No- Sorry- I wasn't intending to watch a movie. I'm sorry if I interrupted you watching it-"
"Your name's Luke, right?" He asked me, looking up to reach my gaze.
I looked down upon his sapphire eyes patronizingly. I have reason to believe I scared him with this look slightly, as he put his hands behind his back and took a step backwards sheepishly.
"It is. I'm sorry-- but how-- how do you know that?"
"Mister-- you-- Oh! You hit your head. Yeah, I remember now." The boy poked his cheek, then looking at my with wide eyes. "So.. You're not joking, you can't remember - mister, I don't want to startle you but... I'm you."
"Excuse me?" my eyes widened and my eyebrows raised as if they were soldiers standing to attention. I looked over at the people in the cinema, seemingly, none had seen me other than the teenager on the right. She ushered me over.
"I'm sorry-- but-- it was nice meeting you."
I hurried off to join her, and I sat beside her, I looked at her for a moment, she sat, feet on the chair in front of her.
She held a hand out that was bandaged tightly by a baige cloth.
I shook it.
"I'm Courtney." She had a rather unusual accent, but I couldn't put my finger on where it was from.
"Nice to meet you, Courtney. I'm--"
"I know. You're Luke."
"This is getting weird. How do you all know me?!"
"Jacob already told you. We're you, but, well, we're your past reincarnations."
"Past reincarnations.." I repeated, "Impossible," I sneered at her. She looked at me in a serious tone. I put my hands on my chins nervously and sat forwards slightly. The screen had a loading screen going constantly. The older people in the front were talking - I then noticed, yeah, they're reincarnations of me too. Lord...
"But.. reincarnations? Courtney, you and that Jacob boy-- and the boy down there-- are so young, why are you here?"
"You're 26, Luke - or atleast you were, you're dead now, you get my drift." She took her feet down from the chair in front of me. "I'm Courtney Hughes. You don't want to know what happened to me to end up here, and frankly, I don't want to talk about it either. Never." She paused. "Catch my drift?"
I nodded nervously. A cold dew now running down my brow.
"Jacob was probably one of the worst out of all of us," I soon noticed that her accent, was in fact, swiss.
"Jacob got teased and picked on as a kid. One day he was out in a brown hoodie and the bullies saw him. They grabbed him. Shoved him down a gutter. He washed up in a building site."
"Wha... What?" I stuttered, completely gobsmacked, "But he's so cheerful.."
"He was. Just those brats hated him. Hated his guts. So they shoved his guts down a gutter." She looked over at the screen again. "Kids like that... disgusting." she mumbled under her breath, but I just about caught what she said.
"And, Oh, that's Nathanial. We call him Nathan though."
"Why's he sitting by himself?"
"He's got anxiety. Mental health things," She sat back a bit, I got the drift that maybe she didn't want to tell me about it.
"Courtney," I ushered. "You can tell me,"
She looked at me out of the corner of her eye and lent in to me, covering her mouth with her hand on both sides. I listened intently.
"He killed himself. We don't talk about it. He hates it. Poor kids scared out of his pants," she said, leaning back again.
"He-- I'm not surprised. Poor lad."
The loading screen flashed off of the screen. The screen turned a navy blue, and suddenly, the screen showed the interior of a hospital.
