Reborn from the ashes from hell

I know I maybe it was a bit overdramatic, but I couldn't do anything against it. The pain was just too much.

Flashback

I am feeling like I am getting reborn. Maybe you could ask how do up you know that how it is to get reborn. The answer is simple. I don't know. The single thing I know is I don't feel like dieing. So if it's not dying what else could it be. Maybe life was thinking .

Life: isn't it boring to just let him die now. If he dies now, we can't try all the other ways in which he can also die, so it's a pity we have to let him live after all.

I swallow more and more water and open my mouth to cough, swallowing more water. I had no air left.

Everything was screaming inside me inner silence was hard to find I was writhing no clear I could survive. The pain demanded everything and more from me, I thought there would be no end to it until the cold engulfed me. Just like that, all at once and without meaning. Completely unexpected. Every muscle that was burning was stretched apart in the cold. Slowly it goes black, little dots appear in my vision. Wow is that how I die. At least I don't have to go through the pain again.

I have to live it again. Immediately the pain reappears. The flickering heat as if my body was a firework. It seemed as if something was shooting out of my back. I am being pushed upwards. I'm no longer sinking in the water, I'm literally catapulted upwards. I still have pain in my back, as if the skin is being ripped apart in two places on my back, as if something is pushing against my back from inside.

I hurtle through the water, ever closer to the surface. I haven't had any air for a long time and the first thing I do when I feel the air is cough and cough. My head hits the surface of the water. It feels as if a force has pulled me upwards, a force that comes from me. One that I shouldn't actually possess. My whole body is being pulled up into the air and away from the water, higher and higher, close to the clouds. Only then do I stop floating.

Gravity suddenly stopped. I hear a flapping like wings. But it's too loud. It's an oversized butterfly or bird? The sound is coming from behind me, which is where most of the heat is coming from. It's somehow coming from my lungs and my back, but not really from my back, but from something behind my back.

I look behind me. There are some wings on my back. Red wings are on my back. Water is dripping down from them they burn slightly. I have wings? Since when?

I look at the wings completely in shock but then I see what is behind the wings. The institution. I've always found it so beautiful from the inside. The bare white walls, everything clean and tidy, always the smell of disinfectant, barred windows, everything angular and things you can't really miss when you lose them nothing personal. For example, I wouldn't miss my white pillow, my white sheets, my white sheet of paper, my white desk with my white chair. From the outside, however, the institution no longer looked so peaceful and friendly.

There were metal fences with metal wire. Everything was gray, bars everywhere. There were either metal fences or stone walls with broken glass and metal wire over them. There were four whole surveillance towers with cameras that illuminated everything. And there was the garden and outside the garden near the cliffs was just dried grass that was yellowish and trees without leaves.

From high above, I saw two people come to the cliff with another bag and throw it down. I could see everything very clearly from this height, just like a hawk.

Will these wings on my back last much longer or will I fall off at some point? I should be able to take control of them somehow. After all, they are part of my body and I can feel how they move - somehow it happens automatically.

I lean my body in the other direction from the asylum. There was only water there, but rather my wings should give up somewhere in the middle of the ocean. Then that I go back to this institution. Where so painfully was taken what I want and will be as far away from here as possible.

As my teacher had said Nothing is as it seems. That may be true. The beautiful institution is really a prison. The nice teacher, a spy and me, who should actually be dead, am alive.

Flashback end

This place had taught me a lot. There wasn't a day when I didn't learn something new. But at some point you have to leave something behind. Happiness, joy, feelings of emotional pain were nothing I had known before.