Prologue

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     Floating. Floating had been the sensation for weeks. Or even months. The girl had lost track. She couldn't feel her limbs, or even if she had limbs. She remembered nothing from her past life, or if she had a life. She couldn't see, feel or smell anything in this chamber. When she tried to speak, her mouth filled with the liquid that surrounded her, burning up her lungs. Every breath was agony.
     Oh, but she could hear.
     "Please, go to the Ink factory! It's where we are safe! Please, ——, Please hear me! Go to the Ink factory when you wake up. GO!" A woman's voice would shout frantically. The girl didn't know why she must follow this woman because she couldn't recognize her voice. What meaning did this woman's voice have to her? She hated this question. She wanted to know, she wanted to know who this shouting woman was and WHY she should go to the Ink factory? What did she mean by, 'It's where we are safe?' These questions haunted the girl day and night...or whatever hour it was.
     But then, after God knows how long, the girl began to feel something, down in her toes. It was almost a painful tingling and she felt something strange.
     Air. She was feeling air.
     Excitement filled her chest. She could feel her legs rising from the surface of this syrup-y like substance. She was being raised from what felt like a deep ocean, the pressure rising her up to the surface. After what felt like forever, she broke through the waves.
     She gasped and fell to the floor. She began to start coughing up the liquid that was in her tank. The floor was spinning, her head was aching and people were talking in hushed voices.
     "Patient 156. Awake,"
     "I took her long enough,"
     The girl couldn't believe it when she finally opened her eyes. People. After being alone for months on end with nothing but her thoughts, it was amazing to see flesh and bone.
     A blanket was wrapped around the girl, and a simple question was asked. But she couldn't answer it.
     "What's your name?"

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I swear this gets better. And I'm sorry ab the length, I might edit that later.
But what is her name?
Keep reading to find out.
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As always, with love 😘😘😘
Lizza

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