The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? ~ Edgar Allan Poe

The world is filled with colors. Various shades of the rainbow are all around wherever you look.

Being born blind, I was never able to see all of the colors that everyone spoke of. Yet, it did not bother me as much as people thought it would. I was simply quite satisfied with seeing just the lighter and darker shades of black. There are people who have it worse than me after all, so I should be grateful for the fact that I'm alive and living comfortably.

In the beginning, my mother was devastated when she realized that the child she worked so hard to deliver into the world was blind. But both my mother and father were determined to let me live a normal life. They also had no qualms about spoiling me with everything I wanted since I was their only child. Essentially, I was content with my life. My life was filled with happiness, and it was more than I could ever ask for.

All it took was a single plane ride to destroy everything.

My parents bought a plane ticket for me to go to Japan to visit my grandparents. I was ecstatic by this news because I hadn't seen them in two years, and I had missed them a lot. So I packed my bag all in one night, and boarded my plane with a happy smile. Once the plane took off, I immediately fell asleep. Though it was cut short when a loud shriek woke me up.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I turned to the one responsible for my rude awakening. I was about to voice my concerns, when suddenly, a strange sensation of being tipped came over me. I gradually felt the gravity pulling me down and paled, realizing what was happening. I gripped the arms of my chair tightly, and took deep breaths in a fruitless effort to calm myself. I could hear people shouting out in terror once they came to the same realization.

The plane is crashing.

Waves of fear overtook my mind as I listened to the sounds of crying and screaming of the other passengers. Then, it took me a minute to realize that I was shaking, not from the cold, but from fear.

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my body. Judging by the sobbing, I could tell that she was a girl. Despite the fact that this girl was a complete stranger, I didn't care and latched onto the warmth of comfort. And I guess she didn't care either, because her arms only tightened around me when I hugged her back.

Through all the crazy mess my brain was in, there was only one coherent thought I could make out.

I was going to die.

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And sure enough, I did die.

At the young age of 17, Anne Carter, along with 235 people, died in a plane crash caused by a mechanical error in the engine. Many families mourned the lives of many that were lost on that day, and prayed for their souls to rest in peace.

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In another world, a baby girl was born. And if the mother noticed how strangely aware the child's eyes were, well...it must be her imagination...right?

Yay, the first chapter is over! This is my first work on this website, so I hope you guys enjoy it!

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