“So a horse knocked you out of the way?” Smoke was still rising behind the officer’s shoulder. 
    “Yeah, pretty much.” I said. I couldn’t quite make out the last letter of his name. 
     “And you’re sure you are going to be okay?”
     I dusted my arms off. “As long as someone can help me get home I’ll be okay. My vision’s shit without my glasses.”

~~

     I thanked officer Calgary and closed my door. Taking a deep breath in I counted to ten and held it, before letting it out. After twenty minutes of searching I stumbled across my spare pair of glasses. I turned on the TV, sat down in my recliner, and tried to get the tingling feelings out of my extremities. 
     “...found an error in the crane’s operation which ended in the death of several construction workers. Be sure to tune in for more details, tonight at eleven.” 
     I pulled my laptop from the coffee table and started googling. It didn’t take long to learn the names of the three men killed in the accident, but I couldn’t find any information on the little boy. The pins and needles faded from my fingertips. I switched to a new tab and started looking for a new pair of glasses. 
    My grandmother used to say I was the luckiest kid she had ever known. I, on the other hand, was fairly sure I was cursed. The incidents started out small. Horrible balance, drunk drivers, wild animals. For years no one else got hurt. I used to think that maybe I was a horrible person in a previous life. 
    Something out there is trying to keep me alive. The picture of my grandmother smiles down at me from the bookshelf. “Sometime soon,” I promise her, “I will find out why.”

I believed all my life I was normal.... Yesterday day changed that all. You see I was a law abiding citizen and I had never done a ‘sin’ as such other than being no religious and not believing in God but that is a whole other story. I’m a 25 year old male, other than the fact I have pulled pretty well in genetics lottery (or so I believed) I have naturally white hair and odd coloured grey/blue eyes which in most lights gave me a hollow looking stare. Today I discovered the reason and here is that story...

My day started fairly normally you know breakfast and walk the dog sort of thing before I went to my day job a tattoo artist. It felt like any other day you get the picture? On my way to work I was meant to die that morning, I live in a particularly wealthy area of New York, the quiet suburbs etc and it’s not uncommon to see expensive cars such as Lamborghini and McLaren etc, most of their owners are my neighbours and are generally middle aged men who can normally drive sensibly and not kill anyone if you get what I mean but a Lamborghini Aventador SVJ came flying round the corner and missed me by by millimetres, and immediately I get this floating feeling. I feared the death and I rose into the clouds and was greeted by JESUS! He explained I was destined to die this morning by Lucifer as he feared me and death was the only way to get rid of me. Turns out I am a freaking Abomination! I am a mixture of all of God’s creations and Satan’s creations essentially I am quite possibly at full potential stronger than God right?!

The reason behind me dying today was I would have been sent to heaven as I would have caused absolute havoc in Hell so it was safer for not only Lucifer but all of God’s creation that I were to be in Heaven but I cannot possibly die so that plan failed and I am out to get my revenge.

I flew off of the slip lane like a bullet, opened up the noise and flew around two slow moving cars before hitting the fast lane and putting my foot to the floor. We undertook and dodged, but we carried on at speed, my training kicking in and taking over. “Target ahead Chuck” my passenger Owen, said to me calmly, the talkie to his face, listening to orders and giving our location back in a constant commentary. Two hours ago we were on standby in an abandoned factory unit in the east of London. All we knew was that a substantial amount of explosive was being transported from Dorking, north on the M25 toward an unknown location near Luton. The explosive would be in a transit van being driven by known associates of a terrorist group. The decision was decided that the best place to accomplish the grab would be on the larger road, hence the M25. The target was confirmed as it passed Staines. Owen and I were then given permission to do what it took to secure the job. We were driving an enhanced ford Mondeo. We both wore jeans, t-shirt and jacket. Our 9mm’s secured under the jackets, MP5K sub machine guns tucked between our legs and the doors. We were well trained and ready to go. The back of the van appeared ahead, I eased off the accelerator slightly, nodded at Owen “set” he said. I rammed my foot down “go” I shouted above the roar of the engine. I saw my chance, pulled to the left of the van to overtake it. That’s when things went to shit. As I pulled out the left front tire of the van seemed to explode in a lightening flash. The van knifed in front of me. I braked, hard but too late. The van was now in front of me, side on, I was going too fast. Our mondeo went straight into the side. Hitting the explosive within. Triggering a blast and pile up nobody could survive. Apart from me, in a sense. Chuckie Miller. British special forces. Now the plaything of otherworldly forces. The devil had a job for me. He wanted me to become the plaything of lady death, her muse if you will. Apparently she had wanted me dead for some time to add to her collection. I was to gather information on her operation. If I succeeded I would be granted my life back. “Fuck death” I said. The devil smiled “Whatever it takes” he said.

Rain spattered my face, making me sputter as I looked around at the smoke. My workplace had gone up in flames, and out of absolutely nowhere, a torrential downpour comes and puts it out. I hear the sirens wail, and I stumble to my feet, unharmed. A good bit of smoke inhalation, but probably not enough to be an issue. Probably. I stagger past the burnt shelves that I had so often restocked, remembering how I hated doing that. Now, looking back on it, it wasn't so bad. At least, not as bad as it could've been. The corner shop, that I had so often gone to as a child to get frozen treats and snacks, and later found a job, had burnt, almost to a husk. I walk out in a daze, and hear the wailing of sirens, a flash of red, and then nothing.

There’s many people that are alive right now that would rather be off of this earth than on it. Me? I could say that, but the world works against me.

The other night, I was studying. Exams were coming up quick and I was an average student, so I needed the extra revision. I was beginning to get sleepy, I couldn’t sit straight. My body tipped to the right and I could feel myself falling off of my chair. I caught a glimpse of a plug sat upright on the floor, that would definitely impale me if I fell onto it so I hastily tried to pull myself back up.

I failed.

But when I landed, there was no plug. Somehow, it’d been replaced with a pillow and it was now sat comfortably on me desk.

How?

Well, I get the hint that there’s something that still wants me on the earth. But with how clumsy and prone to near death experiences I am, there’s something that doesn’t.

Who am I? Why do I get celestial forces fighting over me? No idea. I‘m your typical average person. I don’t follow religion, I get average grades, haven’t really done anything important in my life but for some reason, I’m destined to stay alive but with the earth trying its damned hardest to kill me.

Whether it be in my own home, or in the streets, I almost die at least twice a day. Yet I’m still alive.

Yesterday, I was heading to the shops to grab some food for my cat, minding my own business. I heard a screech of tires which cause me to look up.

Apparently, a car driving towards me without me realising but before it could get to me, a tree had fallen and blocked its path to me. It was intense, an extremely way at preventing my death on whoever’s part it was, but it kept me alive for another day.

I just want to know why. Why me?