Who Killed Me

[Short story] "As the 2008 performers played the fou and sang, 'It's such a joy to have friends come from afar,' we extended a warm welcome to the Olympic athletes and guests from all over the world." At 8:18 pm on August 8, 2008, I opened my eyes and heard the commentary for the Olympic opening ceremony coming from the radio. "You can't see, you can't see." A voice kept ringing in my head. The cramped little attic, the smell of rotting furniture, and the radio still playing by the bedside. "Son, are you awake?" Those who pushed open the door were parents with white temples. "Dad, Mom." There was a look of joy and surprise on the parents' faces: "Can you see it now?" I didn't expect to suddenly regain my sight, and my parents didn't expect it either. They decided to take me to a private doctor for a follow-up consultation. But there was a car accident on the way there. This is my first death. When I opened my eyes again, the time was still 8:18 pm on August 8, 2008. "You can't see, you can't see." The voice sounded again. This time my parents still pushed the door in on time and decided to take me for a follow-up consultation. I delayed going out to avoid a car accident. However, when leaving the clinic after the follow-up consultation, he suddenly suffered a heavy blow. This is my second death. When I opened my eyes again, it was still 8:18 pm on August 8, 2008. "You can't see, you can't see." The voice came again. This time, I won't tell anyone that I can see. Intention: Positive energy