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I haven't written in many years and have just now gotten the inspiration to pick up a pen and write (it later being on keyboard) this. This story is actually a sequel to my most viewed fanfic 'Me Against Them', which will be revised sometime this year. I've reread 'Me Against Them' and I completely want to change some things since I was very inexperienced at writing. Please forgive me. If no one has read that story, don't worry. I will give information about some characters in this story as we go through its journey together.

I hope to see positive reviews and critiques by readers in this story.

I also hope to post a chapter once every week, but don't hold me to it since I have school and two jobs to balance.

So without further a-do, let's get this bus rolling.

(Note: all this information and my mind writings shall be placed at the bottom of ever chapter from here on out. Cheers.)

The Intro

Have you ever had an out of body experience? Did it forever change your life?

When I was growing up, there were no such things as fairy tales. My mother would tell me of such adventures, but I never believed a single one. Really. There's no such thing as "miracles". Right?

Mother passed away today. I was 10.

I never really bothered with her stuff at home many years later. She had left me books and all sorts of games she played when she was growing up. She would tell stories of a different world. A world of Alchemy.

I hated those stories.

Chapter 1

It was a warm sunny day with a cool breeze that suggested autumn was around the corner. The fresh scent of the first apple cider was therapeutic through the small town of old classic buildings. A fat pigeon was hopping around, back and forth, on the sidewalks looking for bread. It was a great day to be outside running around. Children were running outside and playing tag with each other. A great day to be just alive. Just.

That wasn't the case for Terra. She had no one around and was taking up space in her own little world.

Her name is Terra Swan. She's 20 years old, has blonde hair but she dyes it a bright light blue, blue eyes, and has the body of a toothpick. She was as delicate as a butterfly. Touch the wings too hard and they will crumble. Her mother's picture greets her at the head of her bed every morning, letting her know that she's still alive and well. Well, a least a little bit. The mother was beautiful back then; her long blonde hair was pulled into a loose bun as her brown eyes were glowing with health. A month after this photo was taken; she mysteriously got ill and never recovered. The mother would talk about some kid during her last days and the father left the house after her funeral. Terra didn't cry. She didn't talk to anyone. She didn't care. She was her mother, but to everyone else; she's Elizabeth Swan.

A knock on the door jolted Terra upright and she cringed into the bed sheets. Sighing hard, she got dressed quickly and opened the blinds in the living room. Opening the door, there was an older man with tussled brown hair and a thick 5 o'clock shadow.

"Uncle Alex." Terra said blatantly.

"Hey there, kiddo! I see you're as chipper as ever." Alex said ruffling up her hair. She pushed her shoulder length hair back into place before blowing a strand from her face.

"Thanks I guess. What do you want?"

"I just came by to give you this," Alex pulled out a plastic bag and handed it over gently, the bag sagged under its weight in Terra's hands. "You're uncle Jacob found this in Elizabeth's trunk." A couple packages of dehydrated food were showing through the bag. Honestly, mother would never keep that in her trunk.

Grief flashed over Alex's face at the memory of his older sister dying. Terra shifter uncomfortably but looked into the bag with very little interest. She huffed and wrapped it back up, handing it back to him.

"Thank you, but you know I don't believe any of the fairy tales mother used to tell. It's…improbable." She said quietly. "Also, I don't need anymore food. I have plenty." Her mother would always talk of adventures but her father took her to get help and was deemed "mentally unwell." Meaning she was crazy. Alex pushed the book back and frowned.

"Elizabeth would be happy to at least look at one of her favorite books."

"It's not a book Alex. It's a comic-"

"Manga." Alex interrupted. He walked forward and gave Terra a hug. "You take care hun….and eat more. Please." His voice cracked on the last word, as if dreading another accident. He left then, closing the door softly. Terra sighed and retreated back to her room. She lifted up her shirt, revealing her tiny, malnourished body. After the death, food was no much of a necessity anymore. More of a hassle. Her conscious was taunting; 'so fat'. 'You'll never be good enough.' "Grotesque.' 'Unloved.' 'Useless.' 'Die'. 'Just die.' 'DIE.'

Terra quickly covered her body, shaking the haunting thoughts as tears threatened to spill over. The smell of salt was the indication that one had escaped.

Crawling into bed; she pulled out the book her uncle had brought her. A slightly worn, yellow tinted magna stared at her. As did a couple dozen packs of dried food and fruit. She flipped the first few pages before setting it down.

"Alchemy" she mumbled. "Bunch of nonsense."

A memory of her mother flashed in the back of her head when she touched the book. Tubes were attached by the hundreds, at least that's what it seemed. A 10 year old Terra ran up to her mother with flowers in one hand, and a card in the other. The smiles turned to frowns and laughter turned to screams of terror. About a few hours later, funeral plans had begun.

Screams filled the room as Terra was holding her head, a sudden pain in her chest. Tears filled her eyes as she tried to push the memory. 'Die' her inner demon said.

A sharp knife sat on the desk next to her bed. She had brought them to open a package of dried fruit for her food intake of the day.

'Die'

She was shaking as she grabbed it and nicked her wrists first. Her vision blurred as her body tried to cope with the physical pain.

'More.'

She couldn't stop. She went further than she ever had. To where it would be quick and easy. Her heart beat fast with anticipation. But it was fear driven. Afraid to have these episodes every day. To end it.

'Harder. Quick. Easy. No one has to know.'

With the knife over her wrist, pressing hard as blood pooled around it, she-

Till next time. Yes it will speed up after this. Cheers. R&R maybe.