Dipped in Red, My Second Chance

It happened so fast that I didn’t, no, I couldn’t realize what was going on. Before I knew it I was on the ground. I heard screams and cries, but I couldn’t comprehend the situation. The only thing I could see was red. All I could remember is the color red. It spread out around me as it covered the rough grey cement. I was bathe in it. I couldn’t feel my body. I couldn’t move, and I couldn’t speak. It was like being drugged, and all that can be felt is the numbness of the human body. I don’t know when I did, but I eventually closed my eyes. I couldn’t hear the noises around me anymore. They faded, and eventually died out. It was as if time has stopped and I was the only person alive, the only person breathing.


I finally open my eyes. I am standing wearing a pure white dress, and white heels. My surroundings is white, pure white. It is like being cover in a blanket of snow. I am confused, yet I feel at peace. Slowly before me a figure appears. It is a man dress in a black tuxedo. His hair is blond and slick back. He has pale blue eyes and a red ring on his middle finger.

“Welcome Miss Amia Jones.” he says. His voice is deep and calming. It feels like the vibrations of the ocean reaching me.

“Who are you?” I ask.

“Well, if I were to explain this I would call myself The Passer.”

“The Passer?”

“Yes. My job is to bring you to where you belong. It’s to pass you to another place, to help bring you to let go of your life and move on.”

“Forget my life? Are you saying… are you saying I’m dead?” I could feel the warmth in my body begin to disappear.

“Yes.” he answers. I could feel my heart beat faster and faster, and yet I could not feel heat left within my body.

“How?” I manage to croak out. He doesn’t answer. The room is silent as we look into each other’s eyes.

“I can’t tell you that,” he says, “but I will help you. I can help you get over your life before you move on.”

“How?”

“I sympathize with your life Amia. This is something I’m doing not because I am required to, but because I feel like I have to.” He steps towards me, and I stay still because I do not sense danger.

“I can grant you one wish Amia, but just one. You can wish for whatever you want, whatever you would like, but there is a consequence.” he says.
He is standing directly in front of me now. I think for a moment, but I don’t think long because I don’t remember. I don’t remember how I die, how I lived, and who I am. I get my answer before long and I tell him.

“I wish to live again, to start over.” I don’t why I’m wishing this, but I can feel it. I want to feel the heat that left my body, the feelings that I had felt that had been erased. I don’t know if I’m imagining it, but he seems to grimace before smiling.

“Ok then, I will grant you this wish, but it comes with a consequence.” he says with a low voice. “You can live, and you will. I can start your life over and you extend it, if only you can remember how you die, and your decisions in life. If you can undo your fate, you can live. If you manage to stop yourself from dying at this time, right at this second, you will live. It will be like playing a game where you have saved halfway. You just got to remember the rest of the storyline and traps to avoid losing the game. If you cannot do that you will see me again right at this time, but if you can, you won’t see me for a long, long time. Do you understand?”
I dart my eyes around the room avoiding his eye contact. Do I really want to live again? I don’t how I lived, if my life was good, and most importantly I don’t know how I will end up. Would I remember? Could I remember? I don’t know, but I do know that despite all these risks I wanted to live. I wanted to regain my memories, who I am, my feelings back, and most importantly, I wanted my life back. I look him in the eyes and tell him my final decision.

“I understand.” I reply. He looks away really quickly and then looks back.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“I’m sure.”

“Ok then. Close your eyes Amia.” he tells me. I look at him one more time and try to engrave his appearance in my head. Then, as if my eyelids was weight holding me down, I close them. I feel his hand touch my face. The warmth from his skin and the coldness from the medal of his ring. I feel it all.
“Goodbye Amia. See you again.” he whispers. I feel myself floating away. I’m a balloon in the sunny blue sky. I’m floating and not before long I could feel myself reach my destination, the beginning of life, my mom.