So now, here I am, kinda just… well, dead. It's kind of odd, I know I'm dead, but there wasn't any afterlife for me yet. I'm just out here… floating… and narrating my story to no one really. It's like when you're putting on make-up and you're pretending to be a beauty youtuber and narrating what you're doing except you're dead and you're just floating in space giving a quick rundown of why you died.
I don't have enough control to move my body, but I can speak. You know, I never noticed it before, but I can feel it when I talk. When you're talking you know you are, not just because you can hear it but because you can feel the vibrations in your throat. However, now, I could hear my voice but I couldn't feel it. It's like how speakers work, your phone is the sound making object, but the sound is coming from somewhere else.
You may have noticed that I'm talking in present tense now but we're still in the prologue, well that's because this entire section is a prologue. This is actually chapter 3 of the narration I'm doing, but to you, it's part 3 of the prologue. Each chapter should be around a thousand words, but I'm speaking so I don't actually care about the word count.
Currently, you know no names. Daddy's name… well no one uses it, they just call him 'boss' or 'father' (no, no one called him daddy, not even me outside my internal monologues), perfect princess was named Cecilia, a pretty name for a pretty girl, step-bro's name is Robby, well Robert but no one wants to say 'Robert' again and again because it sounds too prissy, and me, that's one secret you'll never find out, xoxo Gossi- just kidding. I didn't have a name until big daddy gave me one, Genevieve, the same name has his dead wife… which is kinda creepy but eh. He really projected his sadness onto me, crazy old man, but I couldn't do anything about it. I was six when I was adopted and barely able to fight and the funny thing about being six, an orphan, and barely able to fight is that you become so incredibly dependent on the first person that shows you love because you have no one else that you take their word as the law. It's kind of nuts.
I remember when he gave me my name, it was like a dream come true, having an actual name. The adoption house I was in never had that, they let the new parents name their kids because they didn't want the attachment issues that came when you name a child. I only found that out because I overheard the adults talk about it, instead they did the Hitler thing and gave us all numbers. I was number three-two-three, and that number stayed with me into the organization. My code name was three-two-three because any other code name simply didn't fit.
Also, I forgot to say this, no one called me Genevieve and no one called Cecilia 'Cecilia' for the same reason as Robby. We're not prudes. Ginny and Cece, cute names for cute girls, however, Cece called me Genevieve. I wasn't ever her older sister, probably because I was barely able to spend time with her. I didn't even know of her existence until I was nine, by then she had known about me for years. However, she was always my younger sister, probably because of how much I yearned for a younger sister. That's also probably why I don't blame her even though she's the cause of my death.
As I float in the air, I wonder if this was it. If all of my decisions and life had simply amounted to this, I daresay I had no regrets. I had one huge regret, at the very least, which was that I never had a wonderful relationship with my sister. I wish I could have had a proper, beautiful, cute…not ending in her murdering me… kind of relationship, y'know what I mean? That would've been spectacular. Alas, I doubt it will ever happen… because I'm dead.
Then, almost too coincidentally, a flash appeared before my eyes. Am I still narrating aloud in space? Yes. However, since I'm dead why should I have any shame? The flash turns around and produces a body that walks through it, I can't help but stare at the body. It's alluring, gorgeous, and I'm super curious as to what's happening. The body stops in front of me, it looks like a woman. I think I'm annoying them aloud with my narration, so I think I'll narrate internally from now on, that seems like a better idea.
"Thank you, your narration was annoying me." Their voice sounded like a holy church choir, hauntingly beautiful. "You, known as Genevieve, born as Samantha, child of Heidi and Derrik, both of whom transcended to a holier place, have been chosen. Us Gods spent hours fighting about where to put you, the underworld or to let you transcend. You've accumulated a karma of zero, you're neither positive nor negative. Someone who was forced into a life they didn't deserve, killed for no crime at all, died protecting someone else, your own child. You almost caused us a war. We've all reached a decision, you can either spend eternity here, waiting for someone else like you to join you or be reborn with what you know now and change your path into a holier or hellish one. You will now hold the accountability for your actions, when you kill, save or run away, it will all be on your shoulders." She didn't even stop to breathe and for once, I had no words. Well, until I did.
"Um, what if I just want to, what did you call it? Transcend? Also what happens if my… karma drops?" I wasn't done yet, however, I was gonna let them answer these questions first.
"It isn't your choice, it is ours. You must prove yourself worthy of transcending. If your karma drops below zero, you go to the underworld, where you will meet a life worthy of your points. Possibly reliving your worst memories. Sometimes it's torture for eternity, it just depends." She looked at me expecting more questions, so I shot them at her.
"Do I have to be a baby again? That seems kinda annoying. Also, has no one else ever been like me?" I stared at their hair, I wasn't sure of their gender (because we're woke and we don't assume anything!!!) however there was one thing I knew for sure, they were gorgeous. It was the kind of beauty that no one could find ugly, celestial, holy, whatever.
"No… you don't have to be a baby again. And there was one like you, but that was too long ago. We didn't give them the chance to choose, we simply placed them back into their body. They would have been here with you, however we didn't think anyone else would ever have a similar experience. You're truly one of a kind." They smiled at me, which made me blush so hard. I dunno about you guys, but baby likes everyone, man, woman, neither, both, if you're hot, you're hot.
"So can I choose the time I go back to?"
"I mean, sure? I don't know what's stopping that."
"Cool, the day I was adopted by my 'father', please. Also, what if I die early or too late? What if I find immortality? Or-"
"You won't find immortality, it doesn't exist. It no longer matters when you die, it's a new life that will follow the same events of your old one if you follow the same pathway. If you choose to change anything, your future will change accordingly. Even though you get to be reborn in the same timeline, you can change it however you want. We don't care what you do."
"Okay, cool. Anything else you need to tell me or can I be reborn?" I forgot to tell you guys what was happening, they've been staring at me without blinking. It's kinda amazing. I noticed that their skin glows and it's golden. They truly look like a God. I wonder how I could become a God. Based on what I can see, I'd be super hot, I'd also be able to control who goes to what's essentially heaven and hell. I wonder, if I transcend with enough good karma, can I become a God too? I guess I'll find out when I die again… I hope that's not anytime soon.