My Carnation - Dr.Stone FanFiction - 1215

a n e m o n e

𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃

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In the modern world, I was raised in a hostile environment where I would hide on my own, listen to music and do art the best I could. I liked to be alone, I liked to drown everything out by listening to loud, powerful music. I wasn't any singer. I wasn't a musician. I wasn't a real artist, I just did it as a hobby. I was going to go to university for a Bachelor of Arts in Culture and become a teacher who was able to inform the oncoming generations about the vastness of our world properly. I wanted to help create a better environment for everyone, a place where we didn't hate on people without any understanding of them.
That's who I was supposed to be.
No one knew my name. I got nervous when people approached me and when I had to approach others. I hated being seen, but maybe only because no one saw me the way I wanted them to see me. No one saw me as me, they just saw me as a body they might be able to take home.
But who would ever choose me?
I wrote fanfiction - the cringe kind too - the one where you'd make your own character and insert them into the story. My kind of work was a laughing stalk, but I was always alone so I wrote myself into those stories to feel like somehow, somewhere, part of me was getting the life I never got to live.
And so when the end of the world came, that was it. My time was up. I had never been able to let go of whatever I was clinging too back in my world. Not even for a moment, did the world ever revolve around me. I never kissed a boy. I never got to have sex. I never got to sit in peace and think, "I finally understand. I'm glad I waited, I'm glad I did my very best".

So, then, when I was revived I wondered if maybe this was my moment. The sun was finally shinning right on me, as if saying, this was meant to be. Your time is now.
But when I turned around and looked to the person claiming he revived me, the girl beside him hummed in slight worry. They referred to me with a different name and asked me about a profession I never would have been able to survive at even if I tried. Sure, I liked biology in high school and I was never disgusted by the act of dissection, but science was hard and frankly quite boring. I turned away from that path and decided to go on a different one, one I felt was equally as important.
"I... I think you've got the wrong person." I choked out, swallowing back the pain, "My name is Rina. I-I'm not a paramedic doctor."
"Eh?! But you look just like her!"
In that moment, for the first time in my life, an odd shadow rose above me and hugged me from behind, and I let it. I let it seep into me, and make me think about just taking a few steps back and jumping off the cliff I was on.
I was reborn... a mistake.