They thought I died when I fell the 10 foot story building. But they were never more wrong. I lived on. I became ameliorate. So that is what they called me. Ameliorate.
I lived. I lived through the incident. Why? I told my mother I didn't want to survive it! I told her to run out the car before it was about to crash. She did. I sat in the car. The car crashed onto a building. Glass, shattered over my body. I survived. She didn't. Now, it's just me.