Sirens blared, bombs went off, guns were shot. Blood spread across the battlefield, dark and crimson, leading trails down the rocks dusty ground. Cries spread throughout, and a sudden pain went up my leg in a sudden burst of air. Everything was non stop, repeating itself over and over. Then a shockwave knocked me backwards and I fell....
        Both feet jerked, as I launched myself up into a sitting position. Everything was calm in the house, and no screaming could be heard. A sigh of relief left my lips, but the image never faded. It stuck to me like glue, the memories replaying themselves over and over and over as if a music box was playing through my head. I looked at the computer and fell back down on my bed, and grumbled in thought before getting up and approaching the computer. My hounds outstretched and opened the lid of the computer.
When I opened the computer, I squinted my eyes at the bright glare that flashed from the computer in the dark room and I clicked on the google icon. What I searched up reasons for birthmarks and what came up surprised me and sent chills up my spine. What popped up was the war in Siberia against Italy. I clicked on without thinking, and a paused as I read the website.

General authors of War and Reincarnation of news.

Many people who have died during this war have been found to be associated with some children who died on the same time or day they died around the world.

Date of deaths 7/8/12

I sat there, dumbfounded before getting up and swinging the door to my room and ran through the house hallway towards my parents room, and opened the door. "When did you say you that you thought that I had died?"
"W-What...?" Barbra looked up at me, lost and threw a pillow at me. "Darling, go back to bed please..."
       "What. Time. Did. I. Die." My words came out more slowly, and Fanti sat up to look at me. 
      "July 8th, 2012." Fanti answered slowly. "Why?"
       "I KNEW IT!" I yelled, jumping up and down and my mom stood up.
      "Knew what?"
       "Come!" I grabbed her hand and ran towards my room, pointing to the computer. Fanti followed and they both scanned through the text and Fanti covered his mouth and looked at me. I was twitching with excitement. "So what do you think?"
       "Can we talk about this in the morning?" Barbra let out a yawn and stretched her arms up into the air. "It's midnight... Can we talk about this later?"
      My face turned from happiness to me frowning. "Fine." I closed the computer abruptly on their faces and pushed them out the door. "Goodnight." The door slammed as I jumped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling and sat there silently.
 

What is my reason?