Jump

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At this point in life, I personally would choose death. Who wouldn't. Life was chaotic right now and I just wanted it to end. I didn't care how I just needed it all to stop.

Right now I'm in Kairo , waiting to be sent out and given a new life to live. The worst part of the wait was I had to share a house with my siblings. The overbearing crap I had to get from them would set anyone of let alone me their sister.

We're what you call Jumpers. We originate from these two families from centuries ago. One side "good" and the other "evil". To us they were the evil , the hunters that tried to slaughter us and kill us every single day. To them we were the evil , eating their young and killing their livestock and worst of all using our "powers" on them. Only one family had those powers and they were the original family. The downside to that was they didn't know who they were. Their memories were wiped. Both families knew not whom they were. We had taken a test quite a while back that confirmed that we were not them. It felt quite nice not to be in that mess.

The last time I died it was because of my brother. He shoved a spear right through my heart just because the girl he had been "totally and utterly" in love with had a thing for me. It was a dumb reason. We aren't allowed to jump as a family anymore. That was the last straw. He wasn't even supposed to be anywhere near me in the first place.

Centuries before in 1666 , that idiot decided it'd be fun to light all the candles in our house and to set them near highly flammable items. Of course one thing led to another and we were put on probation. About 100,000 people died in that fire. I found it quite hilarious as I got to see this big big 17 year old get a beating from his mother. I still die to this day at the thought of him crying and begging our mother to stop. I wish there were cameras then, I'd have an extra something to embarrass him with.

Our second strike was a couple of centuries later in America where we "accidentally" started the war of 1812. Judas thought it'd be smart to send death threats to a neighbouring nation , and when the time came for him to take the blame, he threw me under the bus. Quite literally. He let me get shot in the head. To this day I can see his face scrunching up in laughter watching me get tortured. I guess after many years of being together you're bound to get tired of one another.

Since his betrayal I've called him Judas. It's gotten to the point where I don't even remember his real name. I think it was Chryon or maybe Chrysos. I don't know and I really don't care.

Today's the first time we're allowed to jump as a family in a while. I still don't understand how Thing 1 and number 8 convinced them to let us. FYI those were the twins. I don't like them either. I think I know their names. I think.....

Anyways here we are. Back to where we started. I just hope I don't get my limbs torn off again. That'd be agonising. I'll see if I can arrange something a million times more excruciating for Judas.