It was dark.
Really dark. I almost could not even see my own hands wait, where are my hands?
And then it all came back, or, well, I started to think again.
The last time I was awake was when I was sleeping on my bed; it was 5 am! after I overworked myself again... Oh no, did I work myself to death?? No way, no way! No, no! I have so much to live for—my family and my friends! No way! I can't die now!
I.. I ...
After a while.
I realized no matter how much I tried, nothing happened. It was like I was in a dream, but no, it was not like that. This was like sleep paralysis, but it was also not like that.
If I were having sleep paralysis again, I would know how to deal with it, but this was not that, nor was this a dream. It was something else.
A while later.
Well, I don't know what to do GREAT!
From what I've realized so far, I can think and remember almost my whole life very well, but I can't move my body at all.
I still feel things though….
So I must have a body, right? Yeah, I must have one! If I didn't, then how could I even think or process??
I must be in a coma or something. Yeah, yeah! I try to calm myself by lying to myself, and well, I find this a little funny too. Maybe my sense of humor is so crap that I find this, whatever I am in, kind of funny.
Suddenly an idea popped up!
'Maybe this is death?'
Well, if this is death, then it's not that bad if you think about it—not hell-like, burning forever, but like, I would like to go to heaven. I mean, who wouldn't?
But I don't mind this, though heaven just sounds too good to be true, and hell nah, I get bored cracking bad jokes with the devil...
Well now, I am sure no one is listening to me; if they were, they would have called me out on that corny statement.
Or what if they know I am trying to get them to reply to me so they won't say anything and endure my corny statements and bad jokes?!?!
Yeah, I am going crazy!
Some more time later, or maybe no time went by at all?
Yeah, I realized one more thing: I don't have any way of keeping track of time.
Well, I did try to count every second like a certain stone doctor, but, well, it was much harder than it sounds. After counting for 1 hour, somewhere there, I lost count, maybe.
I was wrong, or maybe I was right, and I have been here, wherever I am, for more than an hour now.
I don't know what to think.
I just hope I am not dead because, like, I want to do so many more things, like I did not even get married yet!
Or worse, I did not even watch the ending of that pirate manga!
I also always wanted a puppy! or like kids?! I wanted to leave my seed behind in the world!
Wait… Now that I think about it, have I ever had raw…
Suddenly I felt lightheaded, like I was being thrown or something!
Ah, hey, hey, wait, wait, what's going on? Stop, stop, let me tell you something. Let me tell you something! wWAIT!
Then...
It was not quiet anymore; I could hear again.
The sound of air, the sound of police sirens and car horns…
I felt the cold air on my skin again; it felt like I had just walked out of a hot bath, the cold air hugging my whole body making me shiver but at the same time making me feel more alive than ever!
shiver? Wait! Wait, I could shiver. That means I can move finally! What the hell!
I open my eyes fast!
The ceiling was unfamiliar; I slowly sat up. The bed was unfamiliar, the room itself, the table and one chair in the middle of the room, above the table a window half open, even the posters on the back of the door—none of them…
Nothing in this room was mine.
"What the Fuck?" I muttered.
"What? Ew?" Why do I sound like that? It's, uh, like, I haven't gone through puberty; I sound so squeaky. Wait, no way!"
I looked around my own body. And my eyes grew wide in shock as I realized I didn't have the birthmark on my elbow and I didn't have the bite mark on my leg.
Hell, even my skin felt different; it was clearly whiter, a different tone.
"Wait, if everything is different, what about Mister Glizzy? … Mister Glizzy, please tell me you're at least here with me. You have been with me my whole life…."
I slowly put my hand in my pants and pull them down….
"AHHH! MISTER GLIZZY, WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU!?"
A few seconds of screaming later
'Ah, ok, ok, calm down. You still have Mr. Glizzy! He is just not feeling well and maybe a little smaller now, so what? You still got HIM!!!'
I push my face into the pillow.
'Ha... it's not that bad. Other than Mr. Glizzy, nothing really feels that different. At least I am still a boy, and at least I still seem to have a healthy body. I guess the next thing is to, um, wait.
What does one do in this situation?? uhh… Hmm, I guess I'll check my environment?? Yeah, I guess that's the next thing. Now that I know I am somewhat ok, the next step is to check my surroundings!'
I slowly stand up and get off the bed; the floor felt old.
As I stepped off it and I looked around the room, I walked to the table slowly. There was a mirror on it. I grabbed it and stood in the moonlight…
"Oh? Not bad, my face. I mean, it's, uh, more handsome? No, no, in my actual body I was way more handsome, but this face, uh, is pretty, I guess.
No facial hair and no light beard or mustache. Huh. Thankfully, I still have black hair and black eyes, just like in my last life. I guess black hair and black eyes are common, huh?
But the outfit I am wearing is honestly conning me more; I look… EMO! Black T and black pants? all black?! Not to mention the black nail polish on the table'"
I pulled my shirt up and frowned.
Skinny.
I was skinny. "Tch, I worked so hard in my last body to get abs. What the hell is this? Some kind of a joke? Ugh… it's fine; I can always get abs again. I need to check my surroundings! Focus!"
I look around the room and grab everything that looks useful from the drawers and from the floor and throw everything on the bed. I sit down on the bed and look down.
1 old flip phone, which looks new; 2 earbuds, which look used; 3 an mp3, which clearly has seen better days; and 4 books, a bunch of books that look like they're from 10th standard; and a bag looking worse for wear, and in that bag...
I found something, yes! An ID card! And I saw the face of this body on it; the name was.
"Leo Jackson," and I muttered, "Who the fuck is Leo Jackson? That sounds like someone from the True Men show or something like that. It's American for sure... maybe the whitest name ever.
Wait, how did I only notice it now? I am white! Well, I did not notice it because it was nighttime, and I did not turn on the lights because, well, I did not know where the lights were... Other than that, I was even whiter than in my past body, which had a light skin color, but still, I was not white, white. I wasn't American or European…
So this is different, really different…
A few movements later
I realized a lot in the past few minutes.
I was in the body of 16-year-old Leo Jakeson. I did not know how to feel about this. Leo Jackson was an emo white boy, from what I have understood...
Up till now, even his MP3 is filled with emo rock-hard songs like 'A Favor House Atlantic.' I don't have a thing against rock-hard songs, but they're just not my thing. Ugh, this guy had no realness, and you know what's worse? From what I have read in the books, this 'Leo Jackson' is not that smart either... great, just great!
This is all I ever wanted, right? Just woke up in a 16-year-old emo white boy's body!! Yeah!! Let's go! ... and I was about to keep insulting God in my mind. I saw something like a photo in a newspaper. I ran off my bed, and I grabbed the newspaper, almost ripping it as I read the newspaper fast.
Like a man who was on something...
I started to shake as I read the text, "Tony Stark has just entered the arms dealing with Stark Industries..."
"Where in the Chinese fanfic am I...?"