Forever Changing (On Hiatus)

Chapter One- Snow

Edward Stone, that is my name. At least, it was. Before everything changed. I never meant to be like that, it just happened. Life was so easy before everything happened, but of course it did happen. I can't blame anyone for this, except myself. You are probably wondering what I'm talking about. I should start explaining...

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It was a cold and dull winter day. However, I was feeling quite happy that day. It was Emma, my daughter's birthday. She was turning eight, and I had gotten her what she had asked me. A single rose. I was walking through the streets with the rose in my left hand. The cold was numbing my hand, and I didn't feel the thorns from the rose pricking my skin. I had a smile on my face, and I truly meant that smile.

There was brownish snow filled with dirt all over the ground, at least seven inches. I was in my snow boots, hoping each time the snow wouldn't drag me in. Some steps were light and aloft in the snow, while others sank down all the way. I turned around and looked at the series of footprints I had left. The bottom of my boot had left a interesting design embedded in the snow; a series of petal-filled waves one after another. The brown buildings around me had roofs covered in the whitest snow, having not touched the dirty ground.

I kept putting a foot in front of the other calmly until I arrived at the end of the side walk. The cars drove from both sides, each one adding color to the white lands with their flashing headlights and colored metal. The light for the crosswalk changed to green, and I began to cross the street. Halfway through the crossing, a car had suddenly turned and swerved right into me.

The last thing I remember was the green Mercedes running into me as I slammed into it. The impact, I remember, sent me flying through the air, somersaulting, shattering my bones, and landing onto the powdery soft snow a distance away, instantly turning the brown snow a dirty red with my blood. Pain. All I could remember vividly during that was my pain.

I tried to keep my eyes open. For my family. For my kids. For my wife. For everyone who loved and cared about me. It was overwhelming. I couldn't do it anymore. I guess this was just my fate. After all, my time has almost come; it would not be good for a younger person to die like this. My eyes blinked heavily for the last time, and I looked up to see the light blue, cloudless sky, suddenly admiring its beauty. The sun shone down on me, offering some heat, but not enough to warm me up. Why did it have to be me? Me, who was kind, and generous. Me, who helped everybody in need. Me, who is now lying in the cold snow, breathless. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I felt the rose's thorns prickling into my skin. I felt the soft but harsh snow under me, serving as a teeth-chattering cold bed. I felt my breaths become quick and shallow, each breath taking me more and more energy, soon more than I could muster. At long last, I could feel my heart slowly come stop in my chest, and after that, a wave of darkness washing over me. I embraced the final pain.

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I thought I was over. I was sprawled on the cold snow, bleeding heavily, after all. I could have died from the impact, the cold, or blood loss. Pain had overwhelmed me then. I had felt my breathes slow and fade away altogether, my heart beat too. During the time after I took my final breath, I do not remember exactly what happened. Maybe my memories were wrong. But I do remember blurs of yellow light and feeling my body being controlled in a weird way. Controlled to move somewhere without even moving a muscle, like being in the currents of a river. I don't understand. I could feel myself alive and breathing now.

I opened my eyes to see myself standing, my body in perfect condition, and most important and oddly, my heart was beating again in a joyful rhythm. Thump. Thump. Thump. I looked around myself. I was at a place that was shining yellow everywhere. It was circular, and the golden flashes almost blinding me. I looked at the floor, and saw, instead of snow, a beautifully carved rose in the middle of a white circle brimming with thorns and more smaller and undeveloped roses. The ceiling was made of stars and constellations, planets, and moons. I looked forward to see three ladies standing in front of me, yards away, in a serious face.

The three of them were strikingly beautiful. The one on the left had strawberry blonde hair and baby blue eyes, and was staring at me, hard. I could feel her drilling a hole through me and seeing my heart, my thoughts, and all my darkest secrets. I shivered. The one in the middle had dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes. The last one had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. They all had long eyelashes, and a dainty nose. They also all had long, flowy, golden dresses, with shinier gold roses stitched on them. All three of them had perfect features and pale white skin.

"Hello? Where am I?" I called. The ladies just kept quiet. The one with the strawberry blonde hair turned her head away from me and faced the other ladies. They stared at each other, like having a telepathic conversation. After 267 seconds (that's right, I counted because I got so bored) all of them faced me again.

"Edward Stone," their voices boomed, echoing. I flinched at the unearthly loud sound. "Do not be scared." They continued staring at me and I shifted uncomfortably, not sure what to say.

"I... I am confused," I said pointedly. "Where am I? What's going on? I thought I was dead..." I lifted my hand, and looked at it closely. How was I able to move it? Everything I knew taught me to believe I was truly dead. A million questions formed in my head. Was I in heaven? Who were these people? How am I alive, after a car slammed into me at 60 miles per hour?

"Ah questions... So many questions..." The one in the middle said. "I suppose we can answer a few..."

"We certainly can," said the blue-eyed one. "We are the Fates. We control everybody's life lines. We see everything, including what's going on in the real world and the dream world. We see the darkest secrets, the deepest meanings. Clotho, please."

The one with brown hair, Clotho?, lifted her hand simply and a hole appeared in the ground, presenting a yellow sphere. It projected an image of where I should have been minutes earlier. I looked at myself on the ground bleeding, with my head knocked to the side. Even I felt pity for this old man dying in the snow, alone, with the exception of a bearded young man crouched over him, repeating, "Oh God oh God." The image skipped forward and I saw myself on a hospital bed, lots of wires attached to me, and my family around me. Ashley, my wife, had tears running down her cheeks and was hugging my two daughters, Emma and Haylee, who were sniffling and sobbing. I saw Emma reach out and slowly take the rose out from my scarred and bleeding hand. She lifted it to her heart, and murmured something softly, smiling. I strained my ears to listen, and, immediately, the sound became clear.

"Dad: I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I did that was against you. I'm sorry about the arguments we had; the fights we had, violent or not. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you; to see you one last time. Dad, I hope you're doing fine in Heaven right now. At least someday, I will meet you. I want you to know I love you, dad..." Emma's voice trailed off, and she put the rose in a glass pot nearby, and turned back to me.

I dabbed at my tears, that had rolled out unexpectedly. It was like a sharp dagger had shot me straight in my heart. I wanted to reach out to them and tell them that I was okay, that they did not need to worry about me, because I am alive right here, but I was too nervous, heart broken, and scared about the weird sphere to do so.

The machine that I was connected to made a single loud, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP, and my whole family broke down in a furious rain of tears. Each sob made another dagger strike me in my heart and I felt bad. My family loved me, and I couldn't keep myself alive for them. I blinked and Clotho made the sphere disappear. It seems like the Fates were just trying to torture me even more.

"You didn't deserve to die," The blonde said. "We are giving you a gift only offered every century. If you accept we will give it to you."

"What is it?" I asked, impatient, tears still rolling down my cheeks.

"A second chance at life."

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