Imperfection

I gasp for air, I cannot breathe. I feel my lungs tightening, I know death is coming. Is death really that mad? I mean, is it this painful? Is it as peaceful as they say? If it is, why do people not seek death? I try to open my eyes, all I see is a bluish liquid. I feel my eyes start to sting, I close them again.

I'm drowning.

I feel someone grab my waist. I want to scream to let me drown. I want to be peaceful. I don't want to be told I'm imperfect, I know I am. Let me die. Please, I just want to die.

I feel my head come above the water. I gasp for air, and this time I feel the salt infested air fill my lungs. I open my eyes, I'm in a room.

I look around, I see white walks that practically blind me, a white table with white chairs. I'm sitting in a huge chair, like a dentists chair, but made of of metal. The chair I'm sitting in is the only thing not white in the room.

My eyes finally rest on the only other person in the room, who happens to be wearing, you guessed it, all white.

"Hello Allea. I have a few questions to ask you."

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Sooooooo, that was the first chapter! It will make since, I promise! I hope that you like the idea of the story!

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