My name is Adora Hargreeves.
I am the new Number Six after Ben died of unknown causes. But that hardly matters right now. What matters is that Reginald killed all of us on my 17th birthday, and I have to relive the same day every time I die.
The day starts like any other, and at this point, I can remember the details like the back of my hand.
Grace wakes me up, with a warm hand caressing my cheek as she tells me happy birthday. I used to love when she woke me up like that. But every time she brings me back from death to relive my 17th birthday, I feel sick to my stomach.
I've lost count of how many times Grace has brought me back to the worst day of my life. As she wakes me up, I manage the best smile I could give her. It's the least I could do after all the attempts she's made to save us from Reginald. Poor Grace.
She leaves, and I walk to my dresser and look at the various shirts at my disposal. Hmm, I've worn every shirt here at least a dozen times on this day. I start digging through the shirts, hoping to find one that I've never worn before.
After reliving this day several times, I wondered if wearing a different shirt would affect the outcome of me and my adoptive siblings. I tried everything: different shirts, different pants, a funny hat, my birthday suit (that didn't go so well, Reginald killed all of us on the spot), but it didn't mean jackshit.
I start to wonder why I even bother when I see a black shirt with a white violin on it at the bottom of the pile. Huh, I don't think I've seen this shirt in my dresser before. Neat.
I put it on and then I take a deep breath. You're okay Adora, you're gonna be okay. Luther will be okay. Diego will be okay. Allison will be okay. Klaus will be okay. Five will be okay. Vanya will be okay.
Alright, it's go time.
Thoughts on the prologue?