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chapter two

When I was in second grade, I jumped into a lake in the middle of winter. There were two things wrong. For one, I couldn't swim, not to mention it was the middle of winter. I immediately went into shock. Nothing was real. Nothing was tangible. The only thing that matter was the water that seemed to seep into my skin and become one with me.

For a moment after, I was fine with it. I could bear the cold. I was settled.

And then my brother Remi got me out. Upon feeling the air, it was horrid. The cold hit and all I wanted to do was be one with the air. I had changed. The water was not an enemy. The water was home. I screamed and fought him, begging to be put back in, to feel the cold arms hold me once more, and to sink into death, painlessly.

That's how I felt when the Silvae guards came to find me, drowned, in cold water that I had settled into. I hadn't eaten, and I should biologically be dead. I was a wonder. Since the scientists that resurrected people were all murdered, and their findings hidden away by the Silvae, resurrections no longer occurred. And those idiots killed all the other "subjects" and destroyed the means of how they were able to resurrect people. The instructions to bring people back were gone, and I was the last alive subject, but a pathetic one at that. I was a malnourished, dying (well, not really) frame of a six year old girl. 9 years have passed, and the weeks I spent in that room still haunt me. Why I didn't die, I never found out, but there were multiple times that I wished I could.

Especially when I found out what the world had done with the information given to them. The findings that led to the erratic state of the world. Then I was in the warmer air, and wanted nothing more to enter the comfort of the cold waters which I had learned to be home.

People had killed themselves and their families in mass numbers. Assassins known as Sicarius bombed entire cities while believing they were doing what was best for everyone. An eternal peace in the afterlife would be worth the murder.

Religious people strayed, believing that no matter what they did, they wouldn't suffer the wrath of any entity. Human organization failed. Torture became a form of enjoyment for both the victim and the prey, one knowing it was sending the other into heaven. Pain became pleasure. Countries bombed themselves, and allies bombed each other. There was no longer moral. Ethics were in shreds. Death was the goal.

Humanities population began tanking, and the planet was back to a sustainable human population. Hardly 3 billion people are alive, and over population is non existent. The world is dying, and so is humanity.

When I awoke from death, the only yhing I wished for was to return.

This is the story of what happened when I awoke, what I did, and how it changed the course of time- forever.

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