I wish I could say life is easy. It isn't. It really, truly isn't. God, I wish I could say it's fair. Honestly, it's far from it. My mom once told me that the world is young and naive and that is one of the many reasons it's dying so quickly. I never thought it would happen, though. I never thought the earth would strike back. It struck nerves into the ground like a blossom blooming with deep roots struggling to stay beautiful.
Yet everything dies, much to my despair. It sucks. Nobody expected it to happen: for the world to change so quickly. I mean, I never thought it possible for the world to break into two, but it did. It broke and then it tore into itself and shone a light so bright, it changed humanity forever.
I used to think the only thing I have to worry about is grades in school and my siblings getting through the day happily with no qualms or quarrels. Now, I have to worry about people sprouting from the earth. I have to worry about the mutation working it's way through hosts and killing them from the inside .
I have to worry about the bad ones who live. The mutation creates a powerful blast out of one's emotion and if it's strong enough, it could kill anyone in a ten block radius. The ones who survive the blast wake up an entirely new person. I've always thought it a blessing if you died. The person you become after the blast is unspeakable.
There are some who can beat the change. My sister did and from this change, she has gained an unspeakable power. She can create light. All those who beat the mutation can do it. I have yet to experience it but I'm absolutely sure that if I get caught up in one of those blasts, I will either die or be completely taken over.
I met Eric before all of this began when my mom decided to marry the rich man: Mr. Michaelson.