Chapter one- Dear Last Life
As I walked across the boardwalk, and looked upon the open skies, the crowds shuffled, children played, and I let go. I wake up in a hospital room, this again? I remember every life I have had. While there are others like me, no one talks about it. The doctors shuffled me away from my new parents. As I'm being wheeled away, I think. My mind goes silent. Every time I come back, I hear of my own death, no matter what I did with that life. Every name, Every friend, Everyone. I remember it all. Its traumatizing. My first life started with a flash, the beginning of a paradox. On June 28th, 1806, I was born as Mitch Kendal. A young boy living as a slave, to a harsh old man. My mother was killed in 1810, and I shortly followed, in 1820, from suicide. I was born again, and again. About 10 times now, and still, the best feeling is being held for the first time. I wake up from my day dream, and are in the arms of my mother. As always, she is beautiful. I hear a doctor mutter out "Congratulations on your new Daughter." I slip out a giggle, to let them know I'm happy. As I stare up at my mother, she lets me know my new name. "Lilly Hanson." I Look to my left, and see a young boy asleep, with curly blond hair. Everyone knows how the first few years go, always boring, but it feels different this time. On my 5th birthday, July 17th, 2008, I was enrolled to a school program.
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