The Matrix

Prologue

It took me forever to figure out what picture I wanted on here, so I decided on nothing woohoo! I haven't touched this story in years, so not make fun of me. If you enjoy please comment and vote, I would really appreciate it. Thank you!😄
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Watching my father, Adrian, struggle to become co-CEO of the largest architecture company in America was the hardest thing I've ever done. My father was doing his best to get us to America. Once he had achieved his goal, it was the only thing we spoke about.

The subject of " moving"or "America" was brought into every conversation ever held with my father after his proposal of an office in Manhattan was approved; even ones where the topics didn't fit. He would make me speak English to get used to the foreign language. It was easy, however that doesn't mean enjoyable. It always felt more like a chore. I also realized that Americans were quite uneducated, and I could never handle ignorance well.

My father was and is a mysterious man. He was always one to hold too many secrets; some of which he couldn't even remember. When I was younger, I brought up a question that lingered in my mind since I can remember.

"Why do I have this weird scar?" I pointed to my chest directly above my heart.

My father completely froze.

You might think he said fairies gave me a gift, or Santa Claus cursed me for eating one of his cookies. But he didn't. My father is many things: hot-headed, intelligent, obnoxious, and can be arrogant, but a liar, is not one of them. Never was, isn't, and never will be. My father was honest, even if it hurt my feelings. He hated the fact of a parent candy coating to their child when the truth will do them better, and I respect him for that. He brushed my question of saying,

"Some things in the past can never be answered, and somethings should never be answered. This is one of them, know the difference Matrix." He said it with a certain uncertainty that made me question whether he really knew or not.

While packing, my father came into my room with a serious face on. Jaw clenching and eyes that held a secret, so sacred, I almost felt unworthy of it. He sat beside me, looking down at his hands and spoke.

"Do you remember how I told you some things can never be answered and some things shouldn't be?" I nodded. "Well, lately with the moving, and you getting older now, I decided it's important that you know you're...different."

I raised an eyebrow, almost feeling insulted. He quickly put up defensive hands with wide eyes.

" No, no, no, not like that. Uh, um, well." He ran a hand down his face. "You died." He said bluntly.

I sat silently, head coming up with crazy scenarios. I looked bewildered as I sat there, awaiting an explanation for his insane words. I managed to let out a strangled "What" before I became dizzy with confusion. He leaned up while entwining his fingers together.

"Remember how I told you your mother died from labor complications?" My father questioned. I shook my head yes and leaned up to him, while a wave of sadness swept across my face from never actually knowing or hearing about her.

"Her struggles also affected you. When you were born you immediately couldn't breathe. The doctors claimed NRDS, but I always felt as though there was more to it..."

I touched my chest wondering if my scar was left from that.

"You were dead for over 24 hours. I was devastated. In one day, my wife, and my daughter had died. While I was arranging funeral dates, and organizing services, I got a call. The lead surgeon spoke in the phone, telling me that my daughter came back from the dead. I was overwhelmed. While I was on my way, they kept me on the phone."

My father's eyes glazed over with the memory.

"I remember looking into the room where they were at work and seeing my daughter breathe. They were performing surgery. I wasn't allowed in, but I saw you breathing and that was enough." Adrien wiped at his eyes.

" When you were in the recovery room the doctors noticed you were recovering extremely fast and the scar was forming into a design—a mark. The mark of the Gods."

Adrien cleared his throat once more, and looked me dead in the eye.

"And I know...That it is still there."

He stood up and fixed his shirt & pants. Turning to me, my father painfully smiled.

"I had to tell you. It was becoming more important by the day since you asked, and I couldn't...I just...Listen, I can't give you all the answers. Hell, I don't even know why it's there. I believe it's a blessing from the Gods. But, do not show anyone. People get too curious about things they don't understand. They ask questions and if not given answers quickly they turn to answering themselves."

He left me in my room to let what was just thrown at me sink in.

"By the way," Adrien popped his head in my room, looked around, and pointed. "you are no where near done. Keep packing young lady!" He said, but before he could run off I spoke up.

"I can't find my silk blanket!" I pushed suitcases and clothes to the side, looking underneath them. Adrien came back in.

"I'm sure it'll pop up somewhere." He winked, smiled, and was officially gone.

"Fan-freaking-tastic."
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Okay soooo I started writing this book back in the day. Like... 2015 type back in the day. I was 14/15. This is the skeleton of my writing back then. It's isn't too bad. I want to finish this one day and maybe just throwing it out there will make me?? Maybe? Anyway, we'll see. Let me know if it's alright or shit I guess💀