Where it all began

Opening my hazy eyes a little tremor ran through me, as I looked around the bright white room before I slightly recoiled at the intensity of the room brightness.

"Where...?" Was all I could summon for a thought in my head, and what resonated out of my dried sore throat which felt like it had been lined with sandpaper. Moving my head around I saw my body, but something was amiss.

I was covered in a red liquid, blood!

But weird I wasn't panicking just astonished, as soon enough I found out why, with the memories flooding into my head, explaining why I wasn't freaking out or probably making a scene.

Ambushed at the front entrance of a bank, stabbed/beaten by a gang multiple times before being shot at the legs so many times. I had broken so many bones that it was easier to count the bones that weren't broken in my body.

Fortunately, my neck and my skull were a bit away from snapping and popping like a pop can.