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13(The Editor 2)

Prompt:You are cursed with the ability to feel others emotional and physical pain when you two touch. You accidentally touch the new girl in School and black out.

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Lily's POV:
Great. Of all the prompts The Author could have dropped me in, it had to involve school, literally the worst years of my life.

I walk down the halls playing on my phone and not paying attention to my surroundings. I bump into someone and they fall.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," I say as I lean over to help her up. I notice that she isn't moving. Is she dead!?

"Fuck you Author! This is not the type of story I needed! A story where if I touch someone they die!? What kind of sick fucking humor!?!?"

I quickly try to bring her out of sight of any other students. I find an empty classroom and sit in there, in shock, with her body for two to three hours.

Suddenly, she wakes up.

"Are you alright!?" We both ask each other at the same time.

"What!? You're the one who passed out," I say, shocked.

She chuckles, "No, I mean, sorry for scaring you. I'm cursed to feel the pain, physical and emotional, of anyone that touches me."

"Oh, sorry," I say looking away.

"Are you alright?" the girl asks again.

"Yeah,"I say, looking away.

The girl begins to reach towards me. I pull away not wanting her to black out again.

"You don't seem fine," she says, retracting her hand.

"My best friend is dead and it's all my fault," I say trying not to burst into tears.

"It's not all your fault. You didn't want to kill him, did you?"

"No, but a little, black, wisp of smoke went in my ear and made me!" I say, not thinking and talking out of rage.

"What!?" She asks with a shocked and concerned expression on her face.

"Yeah, it's part my story that I'm going through for the second time."

"Your story?" she mimics still confused.

I finally calm down a little and realize what I had said,"Sorry about that. Let me explain."

I tell her everything up until now.

"So you're saying I'm living in a prompt?" she asks trying to process everything.

"Yeah. And I'm pretty sure I caused it. I mean, I didn't create it, only The Author can do that, but I said I wanted to get away from the pain in my story so The Author created this prompt."

Without realizing, I start to cry. "Hey, are you alright, uhh," she says, realizing she never asked my name.

"Lily," I reply through tears.

"I'm Rylene," she replies.

"That's a beautiful name," I say with a weak smile.

"Thanks, so is yours. So, you said your story started with a prompt. What was it?"

I look up and think for a moment, "'It's that old cliche again. you and your evil clone are cornered by your best friend with a gun, who asks you questions to find the real one. The problem: You have an absolutely terrible memory.'"

"Interesting. And you said that the villain in your story, Shifter, can shapeshift?"

"Yeah. He shifted into that black wisp I was talking about earlier."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You said you're going to stop him though, right?"

"Yeah."

"But you can't stop him from here, you have to go to your own story, right?

"Yeah, but I had to take a break. I was too weak to go on. The pain fr-from my best friend being gone broke me," I break down again and cry.

"You have to go back and fight him. Imagine others he could hurt. Other people's best friends he could kill."

I jump off the desk I was sitting on, "No! I won't let him. I have to go on. Not just for Mark, but for everyone!"

Alright Author, I'm ready to go back," I say feeling alot better.

The Author sends me back to my story because, after all, the story must go on!