Prologue

I saw my unlived life flash before my eyes. I saw what I could've been, the path that was designed for me. I knew it could have change, but I saw it anyway.

I had blonde hair that seemed to lean to the right, and it sprung out in spiky tendrils. I saw myself learn how to walk, how to read, how to speak; I saw my first day going to school. My mother held my hand as we walked through the parking lot. The sun had barely risen above the horizon; dew was fresh on the grass. My mother was stunning and I looked like her. Then, I saw myself making friends—a boy with dirty blonde hair, a soft-spoken girl with deep, green eyes, and a boy wearing a thick red headband that was a little on the heavy side. I saw myself make it to middle school, shorter than most people. I was smart. I started learning how to skate board.

Then I graduated high school. Beaming from the podium, I smiled over at my mother in the crowd. She was waving excitedly, taking multiple pictures of me. Next, I was in college. I was in a large room with hundreds of people, looking focused on the topic at hand. I then saw the same friends I made in kindergarten at my dorm, and we all hung out.

I began dating the girl with the deep green eyes. Olette. We dated for awhile. I took her out, treating her right. We got married. My mother came to our wedding. She loved Olette. I loved her, too.

And just then—suddenly, everything went black. That was what my life was supposed to be like. Full of happiness. Full of opportunities. I didn't know how my "story" ended, or what I was supposed to accomplish; all I knew was that it had never happened.

So where was I?

I then saw something else.

A hospital room. The place where I was supposed to be brought to the world. I saw nurses crowding around a woman, who was wailing like a dying animal. To my surprise, I recognized her face instantly. My mother.

Was she having me?

I watched as a boy was brought into the world. He wasn't me. It was someone else.

"Sora," She murmured in a daze, her cheeks red from exhaustion, "his name is Sora."

I felt a sudden intense wave of pure hatred for Sora. He began crying in the doctor's hands. He had a thick head of brown hair. When my mother held him, he instantly stopped crying and opened his eyes. They were exactly like mine. Blue. Big.

I hated him.

He was born; I wasn't. Why was he born instead of me? Why wasn't I born?

What made him so special?

My mother cradled him to her chest and she was smiling as she wept. The anger I felt was now full of jealousy. She loves him? What about me?

Why didn't she have me?

The image blinked out. I was left alone in darkness. Alone. Cold.

Eternal darkness.

But soon, from the darkness, came a shadow. It gripped my arms, forced me to it. I cried out—but no sound came forth. I was embraced from the darkness and found it's embrace soothing. I clung to it. I had to cling to something.

"We Nobodies," It whispered to me, "have a place. Join us and you will truly belong."

I wanted to belong.

I want to be someone…even if it is a Nobody.

I accept the darkness's invitation without another thought and for the first time, everything went completely black.