Six.

I never believed in visions or delusions. I say this because when i grew up I used to go to church with my family and we would have this specific time when the kids would be separated from their families to learn about Jesus in a mild mannered way. I remember we used to do a lot of those praying and believing that we were feeling god and that we could see him. To be honest, I just sat there with my eyes closed literally staring at an infinite black plane. You know what, it wasn't even that profound, it was literally just dark. I knew what was going on, i was closing my eyes while probably everyone else did the exact same thing and the end of the day they'll make believe they felt or saw these wondrous and magical things while I sat there going with the flow. Don't get me wrong I was and still am a very religious man it's just, i believe in what I want to believe and that's that. Sometimes miracles happen like stumbling upon this girl who whacked me in the head with a baseball bat. Or waking up and seeing zombies try to rip my neck from my body. I digress...

So you can see why at first these images of seeing myself and my child-hood was hard to take in let alone believe at first. Just memories passing by extremely quickly. Little snipets that make me remember things that were once lost i guess. It's a sunny summer day and my sister and brother are playing outside. I see them from my second story window and rush downstairs. I feel really excited seeing as how i rarely get the chance to play with them outside. The moment i walk outside they drop all they had and walk back in. Needless to say i played ninja alone with a hockey stick. Ugh.. out of all the times i remember, this one pops up the most..

I then start to think about my sister and how my only family member in this world could still potentially be out there, and I need to find her. Then the accident comes into view. I can see a birds eye view of the entire thing. Mom and Pop joking around in the front seat, I'm playing with my game-boy while my brother and sister are discussing what happened on last nights Simpsons episode. Dad's not looking, veers off the road. Mom yanks for the wheel but accidentally pushes it further left. The car starts to tip, my game boy flies out of my hand. My brother and sister brace for impact as they grab the sides of the doors. You can see them crying. I yell out for my parents and they both look back. They have a smile on their face that puzzled me. With tears in their eyes i make out just three in audible words. "I Love You."
Then.
I'm met with that familiar abyss. except this time the memories don't come back. It's just a dark empty space. I hear nothing, feel nothing. I shoot up from the cot breathing heavily, Daphne holds me down and says "whoa there, it's okay, you're safe."