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Prologue

When I was younger I adored Edit, what it could do, how pretty it could make me. The way all heads turned whenever I stepped into a room...the feeling was indescribable. I had everything I wanted...

Well, until everything changed.

I became addicted to Edit, giving it almost all my blood. My immune system became weak, so weak that I was almost never healthy.

I never went out to party again, since my Edit had faded and Edit didn't accept blood from a sick girl, even though I tried and tried and tried, pumping blood into the machine, eating as much medicine as I could. It didn't work, and I couldn't pretend that I was older than I looked.

Then I lost my sense of touch.

I was terrified when it happened. In my memory, I woke up, preparing to call Mother to bring me my breakfast in bed, since I didn't have the strength to get out of bed anymore when I noticed that something was amiss.

I couldn't feel the soft fluffy material of my blanket. I froze, then immediately began to move my hands around the bed frantically.

Nothing.

There was only me and the heavy sense of dread. I got out of bed, and in a hurry I tripped over my feet and fell to the ground.

Crack. I heard it, but the familiar pain shooting through me was missing. I sat up, and check for any injuries. I noticed a small wound that had thick scarlet blood pouring out of it. I probed it with my fingertip. It didn't hurt, not one bit.

What was going on?

I was scared, and the fear robbed me of my words. Only later on did I realize it was because I'd cut myself too many times, until it became numb......to the extent where I lost my sense of touch.

Back then, I got up on my feet and charged down the stairs, and began to yell at my parents to fix me, to give me back my sense of touch. I threw cushions around the room, feeling their weight but not their texture.

To appease their precious daughter, my parents got onto their pod, and flew around trying to look for a doctor. When they found right one, the doctor was already leaving the clinic and flying off quickly towards home.

My parents set the controls to a high speed, faster than the limit, and crashed into a side of a building, falling into the Black Hole, the bottomless pit.

I never saw them again.
I never could touch again.
I never spoke again, fearing I may cause another causality....

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Hi guys, this is -NeverEverGiveUp- and welcome to my first novel, Edit! The song above is Into The Fire by Megan Nicole, and it's kind of like the "theme song" for Edit. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy the story!

Dedicated to causeitsoverrated for helping me proofread and co-write the first few chapters.