Pain.

Eyes slowly pried theirselves open only to be greeted by the consuming darkness.

He tried to move but even the slightest of movements had a bitter copper taste flooding his mouth.

Blood.

Since it was obvious moving wasn't the best of options at the moment, the man allowed his body to go lax as he tried to control his breathing. Each breath was agonizing as he could feel the shrapnel digging deeper into his chest but he needed something to keep him awake. Sleeping right now would be suicidal.

Not that the actions that got him in this situation wasn't. Locking oneself in a room with a bomb wasn't the safest or the healthiest plan after all, but the room had been the only one capable on withstanding the blast. And the idiot that designed this place had put the lock on the inside.

Honestly was there no common sense out there?

Someone had to stay behind or risk losing the whole district. Why not him? He was the eldest there and the other's where so young with their whole lives ahead of them.

Maybe if there had been more time he could of come up with a better plan, but he didn't and there was no point pondering the maybes and what ifs of life. He had to live with his choices.

Even if his choices currently had him painfully bleeding to death while buried only God knows how many feet under the wreckage.

Oh 'Ello. I didn't see you there. You're probably wondering what's going on aren't you?

I suppose I could feel you in. Its not like I'm going anywhere any time soon. Where to start though?

Well you know what they say: The best place to start is at the Beginning. Of course my beginning wasn't exactly a normal one. I wasn't always this way, this person you see.

Before my life became a Living TV Series I was just an everyday normal person.

I hated hosptials.

Liked listening to a verity of music.

I founts school tolerable though honestly l spent a good third of my classes daydreaming.

I played soccor, spent hours reading or on my laptop.

I was your avarage high school graduate preparing to take on the world.

Though most importantly:

I had a family.

I was a Sister, a Daughter, a Cousin, a Niece, a favored Aunt.

And I lost it all.

You're porbally wondering how this happened.

Heh, get in line.

A good sixty years here and I still haven't figured it out.

I had gotten sick.

I'm quite certain it wasn't anything serious. A slight flu, quite common around winter really. Espically when one runs around in the snow when only wearing shorts and a muscle shirt while trying to carry the small snowman my little sister built because I just couldn't say no to that look.

So I got sick, I half expected it really.

And it wasn't that bad to be honest. Fluffy covers with fluffy pillows and hot beef stew thanks to my older brother- even if it came with his usual 'I told you so. You should be more responsible' Speech.

It had been peaceful, relaxing.

And if I had known then what I knew now: I never would have fallen asleep.

But I didn't and I did.

When I woke my life had became nothing more then the equivalent of a bad fanfiction. Instead of being a twenty year old woman I was a fucking newborn.

Congratulations on your son indeed.

I wanted a God Damn Refund...

I still haven't got it.

Who am I?

Well, I suspose the least I can do is introduce myself as thanks for listening to my rant.

'Ello. I'm Nigel. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.