It was dark, really dark. I almost could not even see my own hands. Wait, where are my hands? And then it all comes 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 ...
But then 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 was 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. From what I realized so far, I can think and remember well, but I can't move my body at all. I still feel stuff, so I must have a body, right? Yeah, I must have one. 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. 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 again, I like this more; heaven just sounds too good to be true, and hell nah, I get bored cracking bad jokes with the devil... 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 one stone doctor, but, well, it was much harder than it sounds. After counting to 1 hour, somewhere there, I lost count maybe...
I was wrong, or maybe I was right, and I have been in wherever I am for more than an hour now... I don't know what to think or say; 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 end of that pirate manga!
And just as I was thinking more about useless but important stuff, I felt lightheaded, like I was being thrown or something, and then... it was not quiet anymore I could hear. Wait, I could move!! What the hell! I open my eyes fast, and then I sit up, and I mutter, "Fuck me," because where I woke up, this was NOT my bedroom, not my bed! And I jumped off the bed, almost falling, and I ran to a mirror, and I looked into the mirror, and to my horror, that was not my FACE!
My mind was going crazy right now; nothing made sense, but then I slapped my cheek! I take a deep breath, and then the first thing I do is check myself. I check my body from down to up, from my toes to my nose, everything. I pull my ears; I even unbutton my pants just to check if everything is alright in there, and what I saw, I almost screamed...
A few seconds later
Ah, ok, ok, calm down. You still have your thing; it's a little smaller now, so what? You still got it!!!. I push my face on the pillow and scream! Then I stop doing that. I take a deep breath again. Other than my tool down there, it is a little smaller. Everything else seems alright. My body seems fine from the outside, at least. I grab the mirror and look at my face again. Well, this was not my face. This face I had right now was sharp black eyes, black hair, and baby fat...
I looked like one of those emo guys... but my face was just a little better than my last face. Well, I still would want my last face! My last body and my last tools... ah, whatever. I stand up and look at the clothes I was wearing casually again, giving off the emo vibe... then I pull my shirt up, and I almost want to cry because I notice how skinny I am... all my hard work in my last body, all of that, where are my abs?...
Well after I punch the pillow on the bed a few times, I now quickly look around the room, and then I sit down on the bed, and I throw everything useful I found on the bed, and then I look at everything: 1 old flip phone, which looks new; 2 ear pods, which look used; 3 an mp3, which looks used; and 4 books, a bunch of books that look like from 10th standard, and well, I also found 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 @%#& is Leo Jackson? That sounds like the most white 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...
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 grandpa who was on something... and then I started to shake as I read the text "Tony Stark has just entered the arms dealing with Stark Industries"...
And then all I can mutter is, "Where the @#$@#% am I?...."