I Don't Want To Live

Chapter 1

It was dark. I could not see a thing but all I could feel was the breeze rushing against my whole body as if I was falling off a building. CRACK! I felt my head hit the ground. Blood splashed everywhere. The last thing i remember was people rushing towards me and calling an ambulance. That was when my eyes closed and my brain slowly stopped working. I could no longer hear or see or feel anything. I felt blank. As though I was dead.

I woke up and saw a numerous amount of beds beside me and on top of it all were bodies. Dead bodies. All round me. I was surrounded by DEAD BODIES. "AHHHHHH", I screamed. I then realised I was in a mortuary. I ran towards the door but it was locked. I started banging the door, screaming and shouting, asking whoever is outiside to let me out but it was of no use. No matter how hard I hit the door, there was no sound. No matter how loud I screamed, it only sounded like a whisper. I gave up, kneeled down in front of the door and started crying.

That's when I heard a familiar voice. "Give me my daughter back!", the voice shouted. "She's still young and has so much to see and so much to explore. She's too young to die. I want her back, please, just give me back my daughter!" I felt bad for that lady. She must've lost her beloved daughter in an accident or something. I sat there and heard the lady crying while telling whoever was with her about how precious her daughter was to her. As she was crying, I heard another familiar voice comforting her. This time, it was a man's voice. He sounded so familiar. He sounded like... like... MY DAD! He was comforting my mom. But why? Did anything happen to Camila?

Camila is my little sister who's younger than me by 3 years. I remember being slightly jealous when she was born because I thought mom and dad will love her more but I thought wrong. My parents loved my sister and me equally. Never have they ever did something which made us think like we don't belong. They've poured so much of their love out for us and always treated us equally. I still remember how we cried when I was moving to college because we would never get to see each as how we used to. I could only come back every 3 months because the distance between my house and college was quite huge. More like a 3 hour journey. And neither did I have enough cash in my hand at that time to go back every month so I decided to visit them during my semester breaks. I would be devastated if anything happened to her. I starting crying again but there was soemthing strange about it. No matter how much I cried, I felt no tears rolling down my cheeks. I was sad and worried and I knew for sure I was crying but why couldn't I feel any tears? What's wrong with me?

Just then, I heard another voice screaming and crying, running towards my parents and asking, "DAD WHERE'S MIA?" Mia? I'm right here. Why is she crying? I don't understand. What's happening?

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