A/N: I think the hardest perspective of writing is always the "First-Person" point of view but, I also think it's the most rewarding to read. This is yet another take on the world of Self-Insert Butterfly Effect Stories. Though the meaning self-insert can differ from stories as I would personally run away from any signs of conflict. So no. This story is not about me, but I will add some personal traits that are insignificant to the plot.

I really do hope this story does better than my first cringe-worthy idea. Easter eggs will be added in the near future. I might make it a contest I'm not sure how well you readers will take the story.

[ Chapter One: Catalyst ]

The world was deteriorating in front of my very eyes...

By the time I realized what had happened, an immesurable force pulled me like a rubber band from my place in the passenger seat into the ever-loving dashboard. The collision dispatched the emergency air bags that saved me from crashing my skull.

I could faintly make out the high shrills of my Mother before it was drowned out by the thunderous crack of windshield; it exploded from the my left cascading and embedding shards of glass on my face and shoulder. We had been hit by another vehicle as our car had skidded away after the first initial crash.

Pain shot through my body like wildfire as my head bounced sideways in an unnatural angle that was surely about to snap. I wasn't able to distinguish sight or sound in the mayhem. The pain never stopped as the blood-stained glass covered and likely destroyed my exposed face. I was in a state of utter denial and shock.

'There was no way this was happening-I was not victim of a car crash. My mother and I weren't dying...we should be on our way getting our favorite ice-blended coffee's...We shouldn't be here -We should be enjoying ourselves. How did this..? Why...?'

I was petrified that our situation turned out this way. Even if a miracle happened I would be left blind and horribly disfigured.

If I would ask for a miracle I'd pray my dear Mother survive. I prayed she wouldn't burden herself with the nightmares of seeing me this way. I prayed for her life and sanity for my own. For the first time I hoped there was a higher power to hear me and let me believe this once that miracles were truly posible. So, I prayed in the haze of the agony.

Despite being an Atheist -I wanted to believe.

I chocked on warm frothy fluid. My breathing became laboured as if I no longer had the compacity to keep myself breathing. I gasped trying to catch my breath nearly whimpering into a fit of coughs before I found my Mother's hand in the dark solitide for comfort. I coudln't taste the warm frothy liquid as it spurted from my mouth.

My muscles relaxed and I lost all sense of who I was, where I had been and who I had been with. My hands relaxed dropping something I must have been anchoring myself to in the abyss. A part of my will cried in desperation for another breath. I just needed...one...more.

"Please, Baby...look at Mama. Don't you Dare leave me...!" I could feel the treble in her voice in my last moments of life.

My primal desire to live was still fighting even when I lost myself...

"I love you Kori."

I love you too Mama.

I won't be able to describe the events that took place after I stopped breathing. There was no explanation for what happened after and how it came to be. No part of me was concious through the process and the privilage to understand in my state was not granted. I just assume I was being nothing. No recollection of myself or any evidence I had been self-aware. It was like I never existed in the first place. It was not peace like others would think.

It was just being absolutely nothing.

For what felt like an eternity Kori did not exist.

It was only when I started to see colors and form simple thoughts that I slowly recollected myself and who I was. I hadn't yet known why I was sleeping for so long, I only engrossed myself in a sea of fantastic dreams my brain conjured. I didn't remember the crash or my pain. I only focused on my precious loved ones and played with them in the worlds and scenarios I had created.

It was only there that I felt at peace. I was able to see the woman I cherished the most in this world and the Man that held our family together.

This bubble of safety would not last long. There was an impending danger threatening the world and nothing would prepare me for the bombshell that was coming. The catalyst seed was set into place and it would only be a matter of time before the branches of possibilities began to grow further and give fruit to the product of my labor.

I was convinced my time on this earth was over. That heaven was nonsense and I would be one with the plants around me. Except I was dreaming...I just never thought they would end and that one day I would actually...wake up.