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I'm dreaming again. Always the same dream. I'm submerged underneath a vast ocean with no end. Bubbles representing my last breath emanate from my lungs. A pulsing headache racks my brain, sending waves of bright light into my eyes. In the distance, I hear the voice of a man I don't recognise, whispering the same lines over and over again. “Can You Hear Me?” I frantically look around but I don't see him. I never see him. Slowly, my vision starts to go dark as I prepare myself for the worst.
I feel hands groping my legs, pulling me even further under. Incomprehensible images and sounds start blaring through my vision and my eardrums. All my senses are heightened, yet I can do nothing to stop the chaos and pain.
“No!” I finally manage to scream, using every effort I can to push myself away from everything.
“Ah!” I gasp loudly, and sit perfectly upright. My body is drenched in a cold sweat. I'm awake. Finally. I'm in my bedroom, a dark yet somewhat cosy room that I made for myself in this void. In this world there is no script ever showing my bedroom, so why on Earth create in the first place? I choose to make my own living space out of it anyway, despite not having any real memory of what living is like. Every memory is a fabrication, a line of code which forms my memories. Remembering this, I start to feel sick, which makes me feel worse because I know that feeling isn't real either. I slowly get up and put on my school uniform. As I go to grab my skirt, I notice a pile of clothes that weren't there before. I pick them up. It's a cute cyan shirt and a pair of black jeans.
“Something is different.” I say aloud to nobody. After all, I do live alone. My parents never existed. I just materialised into the world as a 16-year-old girl and learned to live with it. Never ageing, never dying. Just repeating over and over again. Until now, apparently. I examine the shirt more closely, and a note falls out onto the ground. I stoop down and pick it up.
'It's different now. The world has changed. You have been given a chance. Do not waste it. Make your decisions carefully. Don't worry, now you have someone to help you.'
I drop the note, my face turning white. “Someone to help me?” I whisper. Now that I think about it, there's a very familiar shade of pink dots surrounding my vision whenever I make some sort of action or think about something.
No. It can't be. You. You have control over me now. There's no telling what power you have now. I can't make my own decisions anymore. See to it that I don't make the same mistakes I did before. I have a chance now. Even if it technically isn't mine, I have more power now. We can change the story. Together. Let's be a fucking hero.