[ WP ] In a world where humans have nine lives , a reckless young man who wasted all but his final revival contemplates his own future

People can aquire your whole life story with a single question. your answer will correlate to the harsh judgements of always self though superior peers. `` How many times?'' You know your life is strange when both your parents already used all nine of their lives before you can even remember them leaving. `` The highest of highs'' some, many are addicted to death. It's sad but then again so is living. 
 
 At the age of four I died a leukemia patient at Children's Hospital. I did not die from the Leukemia, the 8th floor was a long jump. Since that ripe young age I was hooked, I could n't stop climbing higher and higher up. I have broken every bone and have had many organs replaced. They have a name for thrill seekers like us that love death. Inconsiderate, ungrateful `` suicide junkies''. Is it really suicide if you do n't technically die? I beg to argue that in many ways I'm donating my injuries to better science. 
 
 Fast forward 13 years, the ability to be an undying being seems glamorous and amazing until you realize that dying in a grotesque way 8 previous times takes a lot of healing. see, we are not reincarnated into a perfect new body, we get one set of 106 bones and the standard amount of blood and organs. Do you have any idea how long it takes for a complete brain recovery? The beauty of people living 9 lives like or feline counterparts is that we have so many more test subjects for new surgical techniques and disease fighting medicines. the payouts are n't as majestic as they were many years ago, but it still puts dough in the pockets. It's weird to think that i'm on my last life. I have to behave, and start a family all without dying or letting anyone know how many times I've truly died. depending on the crowd I usually low ball it and simply smile and say 4 through my teeth. 
 
 I swear I'm going to outlive half of the world this time. No more screwing around I've had my fun. You know what, I'm going back to school starting today. It's a short walk down the block and to the. holy shit! I ca n't breathe. Blurred and bloody my vision is fading. Oh my god this ca n't be the end. I always wanted to get hit by a bus but not now. Why are n't I dead? I'm literally looking at my severed limbs. I must not have bled out yet. Annnnnd We're back, the doctor's actually predicted this outcome. I've been so beat up and needed so many surgies and transplants from others with remaining lives that there is no telling how long I'll live. Days, weeks, years?
