SiX, But They're Normal People - [BOOK COLLAB!]

Aragon's POV

Written by Sorrynotsorry29

The beads of sweat roll down my back, sending small, collective shivers up my back. My heart was pounding vigorously in my chest. There was that light feeling of hope. That feeling of the fact that something was going to happen for the better. The light feeling of when I wake up, I'll no longer be afraid. Like somebody will take that burden from my shoulders, Letting me drift through life guilt-free.

Suddenly my mind was hit by a wave of darkness. The sudden shock of forgetting something that was right in the front and centre of your mind. I let out a shuddering gasp, filling my lungs with a fresh gulp of air. My eyes remained closed, and I was too scared to open them, too scared of what might be lingering amongst the shadows. But now, I don't know what I'm expecting to find in the world, what I'm fearful of, what I dread the most. My mind's gone blank, leaving partial information that should keep me afloat for a little while. It didn't satisfy my burning questions, though.

And then I seize the confidence to snap open each of my eyes. I can't be afraid of something I know remember, and I wasn't the person to let paranoia drive me to the breaking point.

My surroundings were different to what I could vaguely recall. It looked upgraded, more comforting, more open. But yet out the same time, the room looked threatening, it looked dark, It looked...different. It looked changed, like my own definition of normal had been shaken up and dropped into a million pieces. And those were unreviveable.

I shut my eyes again, taking in small deep breaths. Change was my phobia. I hated it. Absolutely hated it. It was like seeing all of my jumbled memories being bunched into one, one massive masterpiece. I could feel tears trickling down both of my cheeks as I hugged my knees to my chest, coaxing myself to be strong.

A surge of determination swept over me, knocking paranoia off it's feet. My eyes flickered open and I took a shaky step forwards. My feet weren't  quite used to a large deposition of weight being forced into it, so I ended up toppling sideways, crushing my ankle awkwardly underneath me.

I let out a cry in pain, but nobody was there to hear it. And nobody did. And nobody would have cared.

I choked back another a soft moan and I concentrated on standing up once more. My hands shook unsteadily and my feet were swaying from the strain I was putting on them, but then I was standing upright, holding my teal-streaked head high.

I took another nervous step, determined to stay upright, determined to persevere, determined to fight onwards. My legs were about to give away once again, but I managed to grab onto a table that was stood proudly in the corner of my room. I leaned against it, putting my weight and trust on this wooden table to support me, to keep standing on both my feet. And then something else had caught my attention.
A note.

My eyes skim read over the information, drinking in all of the important information that was there. After reading the mysterious note, I hat an ethereal smiled itched across my face.

My name was Catherine Of Aragon, a true fighter, and I had another chance at making everything work out again. Another chance for happiness, another chance for love.
I was desperate ro seize it with both of my fingers. And I was determined to not mess this up.

(Word Count: 607)