I open my eyes, but then quickly close them again. The light is too strong. I open them again, slowly this time. White. Everywhere. Only white. A hospital? No, not even a hospital is THIS white. It doesn’t smell like a hospital either. Where am I then? The last thing I can remember is that big truck heading right towards me. I was walking on the sidewalk. The driver must’ve been drunk. I laugh bitterly. What a way to end my life. Getting hit by a drunken truck driver the day before my 16th birthday. Wait a minute. I’m dead, right? Then what’s this white I see everywhere? Am I in heaven? I laugh bitterly again. Looking back at my life, I’m more likely to end up in hell if anything. I’m lying down. It feels like I’m floating. I turn my head to look beneath me. Only whiteness. What a surprise. I slowly sit up. I can’t feel any pain. Oh well, a dead person doesn’t really feel anything, right? I look down at my body. Well, what do you know? I can’t feel any pain, but my clothes are full of blood. My blood. I, my clothes and my blood are the only things that seem to have any colours at all in this place. I laugh bitterly for the third time. For the first time in my life - or should I say death? – I’m the most colourful person around. I stand up and look around me once more. There. I can see something black over there. A nice contrast to the white. Easy to spot. I run over to the black thing. I ignore the way my blood splatters all over the white while I’m doing so. I reach the black thing. It’s a table. On top of the table is a sheet of white blank paper, and next to it lies a couple of colourful pencils. What does this mean? Something is written in golden letters on the pencils. I pick up a dark blue one and read it:

‘Colours of life: Dark blue: Depression.’

I can feel one of my eyebrows rise itself automatically. I put down the blue pencil and pick up one of the red ones and read the text on it:

‘Colours of life: Bright red: Love.’

What the hell is this? I pick up a black one:

‘Colours of life: Pitch black: Evil.’

I feel pieces fall together in my head. I’m dead and I’m here to create my next life. I’m going to be re-born. I can see something that looks like a picture of fireworks in the corner of my eye. It’s another sheet of paper, but this one is filled with colours. Many colours. Is this my last life? With all the black and blue in it, it can’t be anything else. I look down at the blank sheet again. Should I start creating my next life now? I nod to myself. I’m not going to screw up my life again!

Oh well, not much at least…