The Apocalypse Spiral

I awake from a deep but uncomfortable sleep not feeling like myself...as if my soul was yanked out of my physical body, thrown into the heavens, and dropped back into my body. It felt like returning from a long journey...I felt fatigued despite waking from slumber. I also remember something...Something was clawing at the insides of my skull, scratching like a mouse inside a wall. I remember something...Something dire to me. Was it a dream…? Was it a memory…? Something told me that it was somehow both... I yawn, momentarily forgetting about the strange feeling currently taking hold of me. I turn my head which lay on a soft surface and my gaze moves to a nearby window. It was morning. Wait...when did I fall asleep? No. Wait. I did go to bed last night, around 11:45 No. It can’t be  I was standing on a rooftop overlooking the... No...that was before...Before the... God, Wait just a minute... Things are flitting in and out, My memories feel jumbled and my mind feels scattered like dust in the wind. I remember that morning, where things became strange, not feeling like myself. I stood from the bed, not recognizing my surroundings, realizing that I had awoken in an apartment completely alien to me. A ceiling fan...Grey walls...a plush bed with a blue bedsheet... These things weren’t mine. Where the hell was I? I feel a pain erupt in my head and I felt like hell as I got to my feet. I also felt like I was being watched, as if someone had been staring down the back of my head the entire time... Where was I? My head felt heavy if it was as if I had two heads placed atop my shoulders. It was a damned strange feeling, like I was being followed by an unseen person, constantly stared at by unseen eyes... I steadily walk to the bathroom, not recognizing any of the fixtures here and there. This apartment wasn’t mine. I get to the bathroom, the tiles shoot a chill against my bare feet as I approach the mirror. I stare at the reflection with bewilderment. Who the hell is this? Who the hell am I? It wasn’t Me...it was an entirely different person. Who the hell is this? I felt like myself. I knew who I was. But this...the man in the mirror was a stranger staring back. A pain shot through my head and an image pops into my mind. I remember that I had died. My heart dropped within my chest. It didn’t make sense. I shouldn’t be here right now... I try to recall that memory...a blurry memory nestled within my currently confused mind. I remember seeing the sky. A crimson glow of red & orange...it was a sunset I think. There was also a peculiar brightness, a nearly blinding glow of blue and white... There was a warmth too...and pain. Great pain...as if my body was being ripped to shreds, atom by atom... Then darkness. I had died...and now I’m back somehow. Reincarnation? I made that would explain how I got here... Is Reincarnation even a thing...? It couldn’t be true... Right...? But somehow, I knew it was true. I had died and I have returned, Reborn into this...this, whoever the hell this guy is. It was clearly somebody else... I moved my right hand, and sure enough, the reflection followed suit. Yeah. He is Me. This is weirding me out... Strange thoughts enter my already clouded mind... Was I inside him? Was I controlling his actions or was I a mere passenger in his head? Was this man someone else before I became him? I rush out of the bathroom, shaking off the pain reverberating through my, or rather his, body. I go to the bedroom and look for something, anything, that could reveal my human shell’s identity. I open some drawers and find a wallet. I open it up and find a cellphone, a thin, dark piece of glass with a blue/black shell. I tap the screen with my, his, thumb and the screen comes to life. The time and date appear on the screen in a large white font. 8:49 AM. SUNDAY. JANUARY 12, 2017. Underneath was a message notification that cut off midway, it read: JONATHAN, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? IT'S ALREADY 8 AM YOU MOTHERF- So this guy, whoever I was “reborn” as, is named Jonathan...Okay...Wait, what was the date..? I look at the phone again. January? Wasn’t it June? It can’t be... Maybe the phone is fixed late... Hold on... I rushed to the living room, found the tv, and switched it on. It came to life and showed a news program. “...And today, hundreds of sightseers have begun to gather at the base of Mount Jebediah, preparing for the so-called Festival of the Binding where-” I droned out the news report, I didn't care about it and a ringing was forming within my ears. I began to feel nauseous and I was finding it hard to focus. I needed to see the date and time... My heart dropped further into my chest. It is January. It can’t be...How...? I fall onto the floor and more images suddenly rush into my head. Pain...A light...I feel myself scatter...Die...I am spread over...No...! How did I end up here? How did I go back in time? What is going on? I look around the living room in confusion, images, and sensations flowing to and fro within my mind... The news on the TV continues as a torrent of confusion washes over me “...and in other news, Authorities have yet to identify a young woman who had assaulted three individuals in the park earlier in the morning today. Witnesses say the young woman seemed to be in a crazed, confused state and was heard, mum-” My mind goes silent and my heart drops into an abyss of realization. Something within it becomes clear as crystal. 6 months from now... 6 months from now...I die...and take the world with me.