Please Fix the Story!

Sci Fi - 2

"Bel..."

"BEL!"

The world around me was pitch black, empty except for voices I didn't recognize, shouting a name I couldn't remember. I blinked, trying to clear my vision without success.

"Hello?" My anxious shout faded into the nothingness around me.

"I have to do it, Bel. It's how the story goes." A blurry figure stood in front of me, his facial features unclear behind his blond hair, but his tone contained frustration and regret. "You know what happens to a world when the story is incomplete. Sacrifices have to made."

"Who are you...?"

"That's our fate, we just have to accept that." He faded away into the darkness, leaving me alone again.

"Come back! Explain what you meant!" I screamed at the disappearing figure. "WHAT SACRIFICE? WHAT FATE?!"

"YOU MUST ACCEPT YOUR FATE."

"Are you lost?" A new voice spoke up, strange, yet completely and utterly familiar.

I spun around, but there was no one behind me. "I'm... I'm lost."

"No matter where you go, who you become... I'll find you, Bel. I promise." The voice was a whisper in my ear. "Fate can't tear us apart. I won't let it. Even if I have to destroy fate itself."

"But I can't find you. I don't remember who you are!" I was crying, my tears disappearing into the surrounding mist.

"I'll find you." The words were quieter, as if the owner of the voice was fading away.

"DON'T LEAVE ME!"

"I promise."

"NOT AGAIN!"

"You must accept your fate."

"Bel..."

"You must.."

"...I promise..."

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"LIAM!"

I woke up, screaming a name that disappeared from my mind as soon as the sound as faded, tears and sweat staining my cheeks.

I curled up into a ball, my head resting on my knees, trying to catch my breath.

Who am I?

Finding no answers, I eventually steadied my nerves, getting up, showering and changing. I looked up at the clock on the wall, wincing as I realized that I was running late for class.

Great, now I'm going to miss breakfast, and I'm starving.

I put on my uniform jacket, lamenting silently my lack of time to fill my empty stomach. As I left my dorm, however, my eye caught something sitting on the floor right outside my door. It was a small plate with a peeled apple and a note with Alaira's name on it.

I thought Alaira was supposed to be loner... This has to be a trap, right?

It had been several weeks since I woke up in this strange world. It couldn't be more obvious that she didn't have any true friends or allies. No one who would care enough to send breakfast, definitely.

Maybe it's from whoever has been following me around?

Since the second day, I had noticed a shadowy presence following me at a distance. Whoever it was, they never attempted to try to speak to me, or interfere with me in ay way. But it was always nearby, always watching.