Prologue

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You always did bring bad luck with you wherever you went




But why did it have to be this bad?





You just wanted to buy a new notebook with your best friend





Not trying to survive a shooting situation in a books and arts store






But when a bullet was going towards your best friend, You pushed them out of the way and took the bullet yourself




*Bang*






You heard sirens roaring by, but it was too late, you weren't scared of dying though. What you were scared of was the pain your friend and family would have to go through because of your death






And people finding your browser history...






So with your last few breaths, you called for your friend who was holding you close, crying and sobbing






"K-keep on living a-and d-don't blame my d-death on yourself, tell m-my *cough * family I love them, and d-delete my browser history for me" You told her with a smirk on your face as scarlet pooled under you





"Y-you're always f-funny until the end *sniffle* y/n" your friend replied with a smile on his face






You gave one last laugh as blood dripped down your chin





And with a smile you gently closed your eyes







You were cold







Even in the warm arms of your friend







You were cold







The last thing you heard was the faint scream of your name






You were dead






So why the FUCK were you waking up?!





Confused as you should be, you struggle to sit up as your arms trembled before glancing around






You ignore the blood that pools under you as a wound on your chest leaves a crimson stream






It seeps and spreads within the glowing water your sitting on






It's blue light glowed softly as it reflects on your face and body





As you glanced around all you were tress that were so tall you didn't see an end to them .






But they were all glowing a soft blue , thier structures looked that of shadow .








It was dark like the midnight sky, with only a few different colored light floating in the air like stars








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