Chapter 1: Bad Luck
Sometimes we wonder what made our lives the way they were—the pains we felt, the horrors we experienced—are they because of our own faults, or is it because of something else?
Jake was never graced with an answer all his life, as all the bad luck flooded him right from the moment he was born up until the day that he died, struck by lightning on a rainy night.
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The cold emptiness of the surroundings clung to Jake’s skin, making his hairs stand on edge. His eyes fluttered up, his fuzzy gaze struggling to see clearly.
"Where am I? Didn’t I get struck by lightning?" he asked himself. He looked around him; he was seated on a dark brown wooden chair, a spotlight was cast over him.
He looked down at his feet and saw a patterned black and white tile floor. His eyes moved from the floor to his feet and legs. He was still in the black tracksuit and white shoes that he had been wearing moments before his death.
Looking up, he tried to see what was in the distance, but all he saw was utter darkness, filled with nothing but a cold atmosphere that he couldn’t really put his finger on how it felt.
"Is this the afterlife? Or am I in some sort of hallucination?"
As he asked himself that question, screens suddenly appeared all around him from top to bottom. The sudden appearance of all the screens shocked him, frightened him even, but there was nowhere to run.