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Hello there, I bet you are wondering what the story is about. No descriptive paragraph, or even a front page, but that may be because my story wasn't good enough for you to read. Maybe the person on the other end decided that they didn't want you to be emotionally scarred by my tragic story of what I used to call life. The worst part is, is that I don't have a name, so feel free to call me whatever you want. It doesn't matter to me, nothing does anymore. I don't have a gender, personality, age, or even any looks. I am making up my story as I go along. I am sad. I am sad because the person who was supposed to give me the best story ever, have me fall in love, be a hero, discover something new, whatever they were planning, they had failed. There was something wrong with me that they just couldn't write anymore, and the worst part is, when they decided to press delete.

So no, I am not going to be happy in this "story" because there is no reason to be. I don't remember anything. It's like I have amnesia and my only job it to sit here describe how much I wish it was different.

What happened in that god awful story that made them delete everything I know, or could ever be! What was so wrong with me that they never saved their hard work and now, well, now I am just all alone, looking at these blank pages, watching as they slowly turned black and white, and I am truly sorry it won't be interesting.

I am sorry that I won't be a hero, or have an amazing love story that makes your stomach do a backflip when you read it. I am sorry I probably won't ever be good enough, but please just give me a chance.

I will try my best to give myself a story, but I don't want to die, please don't close the pages, we might even be able to be those kind of people in stories that hang out all the time. Just mark where you were last and we can talk, well I will do most of the talking it being I can't hear you or see you on this side.

Well, I don't really know what I am or anything, so I will just let you choose my name and gender and you can read my fantasies in that context. However, I have suggestions, first please no more than two chapters a day. In my world, if you keep me up any longer talking to you. I can get in trouble, and it might end up really badly on my side, you however, will be unaffected, you just have make sure that you don't overuse me please, I am still really weak from just barely surviving that delete button.

Second, marking your page is extremely helpful, if you don't your place won't be remembered and I will never get to talk to you again, and that is scary for me. I am terrified of losing a friend I have just made. You don't have to follow these, but it would be really helpful. I love the fact of getting to dream up my life, and living different ones too, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to end this chapter. Please remember my rules, and stay safe in that crazy world of yours, and I will in mine.

I went ahead and wrote this for you, so I can get ahead a little bit. I have been imagining love stories recently, since I don't know anything about me however, please dont take note of this as my sexual preference, later I might do more with girls, more with boys, we just have to wait and see.

First, I want to tell you a little bit about my world and how it differs from yours. For starters, where I live is a bunch of people like me, deleted stories and now just a mere thought. Have you ever started writing a story, not like it, and then delete it? The world I lived in is precisely what you have just done. We all mostly suffer from depression, and anxiety. None of us know what we look like, what our name is, or even our gender.

There is one person though, who has tried to make the best out of it. Its really funny how we can see others, but not ourselves in this world. This person has tried so hard to make the best out of everything, they even gave themselves their own story. Think about it, a thought, making itself a story, who knew right? She has classified herself as a girl. Her name is Elana. She has long red hair and pale freckled skin. She likes peaceful and calm things. She is like a ray of sunshine and it is just dazzling. She is different than the rest of us, because she can see herself. The rest of us desperately want to be like her, but when you are in so deep and accept the fact you aren't real, it really sticks with you. It's like quicksand, you can never get out.

We don't know why Elana has given herself deep purple eyes, but everybody loves them. She would always tell us they are like a taste of the sun, even though nobody has seen it. Between you and me, I think I love this girl who has found a way to be positive in darkest of problems. It's like she is the sun, warm and welcoming, and all I want to do is keep it for myself and lock it away forever for only my eyes to see.

That is another thing I hate about myself, I have realized that I have become insanely selfish. Elana has gotten me to define one thing about myself however, I love music, and her. I love the way she softly hums and sways to the rhythm of the sweet melody, always in time. I don't love her like say I would die for her, I love her in a way that good friends would love each other. If that even makes any sense.

I want to not be a thought. I envy her. Yes, she is my friend, but so much has happened to me since I have been a Thought. It is absolutely crazy. However, that is a whole other story for a whole other chapter and I am finding myself to get awfully tired. Besides, I have to return back to my living quarters, or else I could in trouble by the higher Thoughts. I will also explain that to you soon. However for tonight, goodnight.

Well good morning! I had a terrible nightmare last night which I am about to explain to you but I bet you are wondering about the questions that I left you with. Well, here my answers for you.

I bet you are wondering what happened since I have become a thought. Well the thing is, they erased a thought's mind when they get here. Our whole world is just one big black hole. Once you are in, it is pretty hard to get out. Have you ever not been able to do something in an activity but everybody else around you can? That uselessness you feel down in your gut and you feel like you need to throw up? That is everyday life here. You can't do anything about it because all you think about is where you went wrong.

So, the higher up Thoughts, which are stories in the making, get everything they want. We call them Ideas. Ideas are like the president and rich people on Earth. The funny thing is, when this boy named Evan became a thought, his author picked his story back up and he became an Idea. Thoughts live in the dark part of our world, and Ideas get to bask in the sunshine. They live in what we call the Province. There is only one, and it is fairly large, but the darkness is bigger. I am slowly turning into an Idea, because I keep getting closer and closer to the Province. One day, the Ideas raided the darkness and started to abuse the Thoughts. I guess evil basks in the light, while good hides in the darkness. They destroyed everything we had. We had so little, just a small trading factory to keep us fed well and a few cottages. Gone as if they had never existed in the first place. The worst part is when you don't want to do anything about it. We worked our butts off and for what? For it to be destroyed by those who are higher up and so so much more privileged? I am done with it! I want out! I just want to give up, but I won't let them win. When they win, all hope is lost. It is kinda funny, how those of us who have been hurt the most, have the most to say if they ever got the chance. I love to write, I love to write poems, stories, and most of all, feelings. I want to write a book of poems but the Ideas would never allow it. Because Creators are higher up then the Ideas, and they don't like to be overpowered. They are control freaks, and a Thought is the lowest you can get. Creators are actually nice though, it being there aren't very many of them. Elena became a Creator yesterday actually. Creators are the ones who make stories outside of the world Earth. Ever heard of J.K.Rowling? You guessed it, she is a Creator, one of the best actually. There is going to be a rebellion soon, and when it gets here, the Ideas will be sorry for all they have done to us. However, I am sorry to say that is all for today, goodbye reader.

This book is terrible, I hate it. I was reading over it and my suggestions were dumb, not to mention a lie. My stories are lame, and my excuses inexcusable. I am not deleting it though, no matter how terrible it is. I will just leave the blank pages blank, never to be filled and to leave whoever starts reading this god awful book wondering what happened. Well I will tell you, I am half a creator, and I am going to die. The Ideas heard about me and they want me gone. I knew it would end this way, but I never really guessed it would be so soon. If I become a full Creator, I am done for. Just know dear reader, that I love you and your kindness to keep reading even though I told you not to. I fell in love with that, and you. I love you, dear reader.