Oneshots and Randomness

(A/N I don't have much to say since I'm writing in the morning this time so let's just get into to shall we?)

Prompt - Every time you die you are reborn as your best friend. After coming back a few times, you get sick of people. You live life completely isolated and die with no friends.

You seemed to have this magical power to reincarnate as your best friend every time you die. You learned this when you first got hit by a car when you were 10 and it all went downhill from there. Since you started existing, you have lived ages and ages as different people and you were starting to get tired of it, you wanted a break and this time you had a plan. Recording your current body's name, cause of death, and date of death in the journal of your previous incarnations and hid it, you killed yourself in the most painless way possible.

The next time you opened your eyes, you were alive without any surprise to you. You had to live the life of a baby with the brain and knowledge of an adult, an adult that has lived for many human lives, again. You decided to live your presumably last life to the fullest without any friends, when you were a kid you quickly ran to your journal's hiding spot and took it thankful that it was still there. You never spoke to anyone in class and when people tried to act friendly towards you you yelled and acted rudely. A part of you did want the interaction of a friend but the other part of you was just tired of learning the same things that you knew already over and over again, tired of never stopping to rest.

Living for a long time gave you the time to learn many skills and subjects, you were grateful for sure; you were a 'child prodigy' when it came to any art and you easily got high grades on all your classes, if only they knew that you were actually hundreds of years old. When you got to high school, you got a job and dropped out. The retail work got mundane, but you made more money off of painting and sculptures, your reincarnation's parents being slightly worried about your future but trying to be supportive through it all.

You slowly made headway into popularity online and offline with your art and managed to quit your retail job to work fulltime on your art. You still didn't make much money, but it was enough to move out into a small studio apartment when you were 18. The years went by without anything groundbreaking happening, you spent your days listening to music, drawing, painting, sculpting, reading, and leisurely doing things without a care, it was a nice life to end on. And so, you got to your older ages without accomplishing much, but what is a lot when you've already seen every corner of the map? You started to get a little upset when you got to your older ages but you had your eyes set on not coming back this time, so you kept the solitary lifestyle. Your final years were spent with painting sadder portraits and you started to read your old gigantic journal full of your past incarnations. After finishing the last page with that life that seemed so far away already, you wrote down your current name in the pages.

Incarnation - Delilah Evergreen

Date of Death - Unknown

Cause of Death - Unknown

Final Notes - My experiment on how to die without coming back to life. Hopefully my final entry.

You closed your journal and placed it onto the table, your hands were shaky and you could barely stand. You kept at your work and slowly, very slowly, you died a couple of years later.

You open your eyes again, you seem to be in a starry void, you think back and remember your 'final death', after that seemed to be a long pause of pure darkness like you were asleep. Something has definitely changed, but you're still here alive or somewhat alive. You looked around and it was a pure endless void, you tried to speak but nothing managed to escape your mouth. Steeling your heart, you looked around and started to walk on the invisible ground. There was nothing. Icy cold dread seeped through and you started to mildly freak out just a little, why wasn't there anything here? I want to feel something, grass or anything! Not being able to speak, your mind started to scream. It was silent until the invisible floor that you stood on turned into soft grass. This only made you freak out more, where were you?