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(Jace's Pov) - 1426 hours
What the actual hell! I don't understand where i am. Am i dead? I'm pretty sure i was meant to die. I mean when a meteor comes hurtling towards you, your supposed to die. Then you disappear. You don't wake up in a random bed, in an old fancy room in...I don't even know what this place is. It is defiantly not heaven because that was never an option for someone like me. Hell? Unlikely, seeing as this doesn't look like the torturous place i would expect.
For all i know, this could be the home to some insane creep, meaning my life just got a million times worse. I think i prefer the prison floor. At least I had a cell to myself. Well that was until all sorts of shiz started happening. Usually in a situation like that one, people tell you to run but the furthest i could go was the next cell wall.
When your stuck in a cold, isolated room all day, you don't usually get to what is happening outside. Today though...or whatever day it was, it may have been useful. All i could hear from my four walls were screams and raging prisoners. Not fun.
I don't think it matters at all where i go in life. I never belong. That's why i was kind of happy to know i was going to die. My pain was going to end. Nope. Someone obviously had different plans for me. Just goes to show how much the world hates me. Although from all the terror i could, i don't think there is a world anymore. We really did screw up. I screwed up. Now i'm paying.
Life is never treated fairly for my kind. That's what i call us. The outsiders. The people who don't fit in well with the rest of earth. Everyone hates you and you get blamed for everything because of your past. Your look. Your family. Family..huh. The thought sickens me. Mine were never there for me. I don't know who they are. I haven't since the day my mother died.
My own father (The name haunts me) beat me everyday. Treated me like dirt. Forced me to do things i didn't want to do. All because he blamed me for my mothers death. Only i know the truth though. Maybe that's why people instantly judge me. Or maybe it's because i suffer in this place. I'm paying the price. I was abused everyday until i turned 16 and finally escaped. Not that i got far. In fact i never really escaped at all. I can't escape. It's who i am.
I hear the names. The comments. They think i don't but i do. I'm just their typical trouble maker but if only they knew the real me. Maybe they could help me meet him too. I may walk around in a dark hoodie but it doesn't mean i'm one of them. I just got caught up in them. If only they saw what is underneath. I hide my dark wavy hair and dull grey eyes, one slightly more blue than the other, but i hide way more inside. Every human is so caught up on judging people by their cover that they would never begin to try and look deeper.
I've made mistakes but hasn't everybody. So why am i the one who takes the blame. I'm not afraid to stand up for myself and take control. That is one thing my farther did teach me. Now I hate myself. i hate everything i have ever done and i know i can't change what happened. It's impossible. I'm dead. So why am i here? What is here?
I slowly sit up taking in my surroundings. The room is almost ancient looking but more tidy. I mean there is no cobwebs or layers of dust that you would find in abandoned buildings. Small candles are lit across the room spreading around a dim glow. Pictures wrapped in golden frames are hung around the room and a basic wooden floor covers the ground. Separated into hundreds of lines, are rows of beds towered on top of each other. I look down to see i am on the top and have a full view of the room. If this was supposed to be some sort of death bed, then i am the only one left.
