Prologue:
What is life?
According to the dictionary life means: the existence of an individual human being or animal that is not dead.
But the dictionary is not alive. It does not breathe. Does not think. Does not move, does not exist like you or I. In many ways one might consider it dead. So to the book called the dictionary, life really doesn't mean anything.
But to people…Life means everything…
Some people believe it originated from the thoughts and actions of a great omniscient being. In some instances it is also true that some people believe that there are more than just one of these kinds of deities, and that they all created life by co-operating (or warring) with one another.
Some believe that life was a process of creatures evolving from one state to another. The cell became a cluster of cells which became an organism, which grew into creatures, which in turn grew into other creatures. In short, these people believed that given the right circumstances, one atom could adapt over a massive amount of time to survive.
But to Layla Serena Singh, life didn't start with single celled organisms nor spiritual entities.
To her life started when she first saw the bright light of the surgeon's operating theatre as she was carefully prized out of her mother's womb.
The hands that had held her were covered in rubbery plastic gloves. Their texture though soft to their bearers felt unbelievably harsh against her barely touched, blood and placenta covered skin.
Then…then there was the noise.
Noise was everywhere.
People were murmuring, some loud, some soft, but all in garble that she would not understand till a few years later. Then there were the smaller noises. People putting down instruments on a table, heavy breaths, the beeping of monitors, the scraping of feet as someone shuffled on the ground.
Smells too were very disturbing. As she breathed through her nostrils, which had been freed from the fluids that had surrounded her, the air felt cold and harsh and horrible. The mixture of strong soaps, blood, sweat and bodily oils from the nearest person's skin, were the most prominent and unfamiliar.
Unfamiliar… cold…and frightening.
This was how life had begun for her.
But it certainly wasn't going to end that way.
Not if she had anything to say about it.
Hi guys...I'm Ba~ack!
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hope you guys enjoy this little taster. the first chapter of this sequel should be up soon.
if you haven't read my first fic The Dark Before Dawn, i suggest you should, not for anything else but for the fact that the premise of this story will make more sense if you do.
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