[ WP ] When you die , you are reincarnated with no memory of your past life . It is , however , possible to view the list of people you have been in past lives . You find out you were someone unspeakably horrible .

I had to go to the ministry today. It's been almost six hours and my hands are still shaking. Everybody told me to look forward to getting called, but the anxiety is overwhelming. The yellow envelope the lady gave me has been sitting across the table, but I just ca n't open it. My whole future lies within, completely out of my control. Just the thought of that terrifies me. I've been told that people with unnacceptable pasts are taken away, a few people have come on the news and spoken about it now. They've all gone missing now too, to me that's enough evidence. I need to know though, I need to know who I am. So much time has gone by waiting for this moment, and I've grown tired of dealing with the headaches and insomnia. 
 
 Finally, I moved the bottle of liquor and grabbed the envelope. Undoing the seal revealed a few pieces of paper stapled together and folded to fit inside. Shaking uncontrollably I looked at the list. It had a column of names, with birthdates, death dates, and causes of death next to it. None of them stood out, just common people like me. Some died of cancer, other automobile accidents, one fell from a roof. I flipped the page and in red lettering I saw it. 
 
 `` Shipman, Harold | 1/14/1946 - 1/13/2004 | Suicide'' 
 
 The thoughts flooded my mind. Who was that person? Why was this in red? What did I apparenly do? I could n't believe something like this could happen to me. I was a good standing citizen. I obeyed the rules, payed taxes, passed school. Things like this were n't supposed to happen. Not to people like me. 
 
 I though about it all night last night. At midnight my telephone service stopped working and shortly after the lights went out. Why society would give this kind of technology and information to the government still eludes me. I ca n't comprehend why it's acceptable to filter society, but for me, that does n't matter now. The ministry guards kicked down my door at 7:00am this morning. I woke up to the gunshots in my living room, and three men running toward me. I do n't remember much of the rest. I can only recall seeing him gasping for life on the sofa. 
 
 I have to stop writing now, the guard is about to stop the timer and take my paper. I ca n't remember you, but they say you were my wife. I am uncertain of what is happen in this life. I think I'm about to be executed, I've been hearing gunshots at the top of every minute. Ever since the guard told me about you, I've been fighting back tears. I just want you to know that I love you. I love you so much. I just wish I could be there to see you.
