If someone were to ask me how my life has changed in the past year, I believe my answer would shock them. Luckily for me, no one asks that.
Although if they did, my answer would be very short.
"Does dying count?"
One year ago, today, I died. My memories come back to me in short bursts through others. I'll pass someone on the street and suddenly know their almost life story. Whether I knew this stuff while I was alive, I'll never know, but I have realized it only happens with people I used to know.
I live through these memories. While I am viewing them, the person is able to see me. Sadly, I am unable to communicate with them. They only see me to keep them in shock, so I can view what I have forgotten.
My goal is to view all the memories of the people I have forgotten about. With these memories, I can hopefully figure out how I died.
Sadly, the only memories I can view are the memories that I was present at. This makes it a little difficult if I was murdered. because the murderer would try to hide the memories.
Even if they didn't, I'm not sure I'd want to see it from their eyes. But I can't just stop viewing memories. I can't even control when I see them.
I can't control them, because this is my punishment.
For whatever reason, since I can't remember how I died, God won't send me anywhere until I know. Apparently, it's a "character-building exercise".
My living life wasn't a very nice one. if seeing the memories of others will help me, and help me open my mind to the "truth", then I will be heaven bound. Itherwise, well, you get the idea.
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