Jade.
I used to think that, when we die, we just go somewhere, and that's that.
No complications. No boarding passes. No luggage checks.
And certainly no saviors.
I used to think that when I die, I'd be my own savior. Because it is my death, after all. And it wouldn't be fair to anyone if the burden of me not being able to keep myself alive would be on their shoulders. If the opportunity ever came to me in my life, I knew I'd be pissed as hell.
But I never got to that opportunity, because I died at sixteen.
Then again, maybe this was my opportunity. In life—or death, considering my situation—you are appointed either savior of the one who needed to be saved, whatever they were called. Anyway, that's how I saw it. Maybe I was wrong. I'd never know.
The two weeks I spent being saved were the worst two weeks I'd come to known—ever—but they were also the best. They were also the most unexpected. I suppose everyone's death is unexpected, if it's not manual—it's not like your maker just plods on down to earth and marks it on your calendar.
If I had the choice beforehand, I don't think I would've chosen to be saved. If I tried hard enough, I guess that I could've saved myself. I didn't need some spirit guide parading me around town and trying to get me where I needed to get.
But now? I realized now that I needed to be saved more than ever. And had I known that goodbye was the end result of everything that had happened within those two weeks, I would've sabotaged my saving on purpose.
But what had happened, happened. And we all know what "had" means.
hello everybody, and welcome to my new fanfic. (:
yes, yes, i know this is short. but it's the prologue. it's supposed to be short.
-bella :3