The Final Chance -Prolouge-

Rating: PG 13

Prologue

I lie there awake. Everyone else seemed to be asleep. You could never really be sure though. I looked around at the other seven. They all lay on the cold hard ground. That’s what we had for a mattress. For a pillow we only had a large rock or a tree root, whichever was available. When it rained we ignored it and woke up the next morning drenched in mud and with weeds stuck in our hair. When it snowed we slept close together for warmth, but we never lit a fire. Lighting a fire might give us away. We had a better chance of surviving without one. When it hailed we took shelter under a tree, never in a cave. No, never in a cave. You never know what might be in there. It may be as harmless as a speck of dust or more deadly than you could imagine. The minute you fall asleep you could die.

I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t fall asleep. Was it because no one knew how hard it is to be me, Marissa? No, my friends have had a lot of trouble too. Was it because there were three moons out tonight? No, that happened last year and I slept fine. Was it because Amelie almost died today? No, my friends have died before. They’ve been revived.

It may help you to know that we are not in the human world. Sometimes we’re there. Sometimes we’re here. Though, without Nicole no one or nothing would exist anywhere. That is, except for Fomacorin’s species.

I missed my old, normal life. Or at least it was normal compared to now. Now there’s always depression. Depression and death.

But my old life is long gone. I can never have it back. It is because of who I am, and I cannot change who I am. I am strong and I am weak. I am compassionate and I am unfeeling. I am merciful and I am ruthless. I am Marissa, and I was once the only chance anyone had left.

I will tell you what happened. What caused this to be the way my life will be forever. In parts where I’m asleep or unconscious or not there and so on I will tell you the story from one of my friends’ point of view.