I'm tired...

They always say that death is a part of life. They tell you to treasure every moment. Be thankful for every breath. And create memories that you'll never forget. So, when the time comes, embrace it they say. But what if it never ends there? What if every time you think you've escaped the nightmare, it pulls you back in?

How many times has it been?

Right. This is the 99th time. 

My 99th life.  

"Once again, here I am staring at the cause of my every death." I muttered with a little bit of a chuckle. The sky fractured, spilling death and darkness, the gates cracked open, and everything was being swallowed whole.

The Final Catastrophe. 

I sat on the edge of this broken city, looking out at the ruins of yet another world I couldn't save. Smoke rising from every direction, buildings reduced to nothing, and the creatures - still pouring from the gates destroying and killing everything they see. The familiar sound of destruction fills the air, a sound I know too well. The sound of a world ending.

Again.

Ever since that day, that accident, my nightmare began. Every world, every life, all ending the same. I fight. I always fight. I try to stop it, try to find a way to break this curse, but I always fail.

I can hear the screams of the people behind me, their fear and desperation. But I can't fight. Not anymore. I could barely breath, let alone save them. Blood was pouring from my severed arm and mangled leg. My vision blurs, the cold creeping in, the same cold that has taken me so many times before.

Despair. Destruction. Death. I've felt it all. 

"Please..." I whispered, barely audible over the sound of a collapsing world.

"Please let me...rest."

Darkness swallowed me. The screams fade, the chaos dims, and finally - silence.

.

.

.

*Beep* - - - - -*Beep*

No.

*Beep*

No!

I feel a familiar, cruel, like an unwelcomed hand pulling me back. A sharp breath, the sting of light behind my eyelids, the weight of a body. 

Not again.

Like a powerful force, my eyes fluttered open. Blinding light. Sterile light. To my surprise, it wasn't some ceiling of an old dusty house or a carved marble ceiling. It was a ceiling of a hospital room. My heart dropped into my stomach.

Where am I?

My hands trembled as I looked at them - small, pale, familiar. A familiar room. A familiar sensation. Is this...for real? 

I managed to sit up and noticed tubes attached to my body. The oxygen mask pressed tightly over my mouth, the sound of machineries' humming around me. I yanked the tube out, gasping as the sharp, sterile air filled my lungs.

I scanned the room; it was the same. The same stuff that existed in my world - my first home. "I can barely feel myself." I whispered. I took a glimpse of what the world now looks like. Half-hoping it was Earth but also hoping it wasn't.

High-rise buildings loomed beyond the window. Machineries hummed in the distance. This doesn't look like earth. 

A feeling of relief surged within me. "This means I won't have to witness my worlds collapse" I whispered.

*Clang*

The sound of metal crashing to the ground brought me back to reality. I turned towards the direction of the sound, to see a nurse, eyes wide in shock.

"She's awake..." She muttered, her voice trembling. Her face was quite shocked to see me. "Doctor! Patient 669 has Awoken! She's Awake!" She screamed like her life depended on it. She stumbled back and ran, her frantic voice echoed as she disappeared down the corridor. Silence befalls the room once again.

I ripped the IV from my arm and dragged myself to my feet, but my body felt like it hadn't walked for ages. Frail, skinny and weak. The world spun as I tumbled toward the window, pressing my trembling hands against the cool glass. The city below was so unfamiliar, so different from the Earth, I knew. 

"I hope this isn't home." I whispered, my breath fogging the glass.

Suddenly the door burst open and a tall middle-aged man with ashy brown hair, came stumbling in, gasping for air.

"Your awake...ha....you're really awake....this..is a miracle," his voice was thick of emotion, his chest heaving with disbelief.

The nurse from before followed him, her steps clanging against the metal floor. "Doctor Smith...ha...not so fast." she urged.

"Can you believe it? She's awake!" He cried, his eyes wide with awe as he pointed at me.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice weak, familiar- yet somehow felt foreign in my throat. "Where...am I?" 

"Huh? Oh." his face softened. " My name is Delan Smith, a doctor. As to where you are..." He continued, " You are currently at Dawn Hospital located in the 12th Dome."

"Dome?" I asked, is that what they call the safe zones here?

The nurse frowned, shaking her head. "Doc, she wouldn't know what that means,"

The doctor winced. "Oh right, sorry I must have confused you. You are currently in Australia."

Australia? No. No. It mustn't. I can't.

"Ar- are you ok?" The nurses' voice sounded panic, but I couldn't really hear her. My vision blurred as panic took hold, the memory of the twentieth Catastrophe replaying over and over in my mind. I collapsed, my knees hitting the cold floor. Uncontrollable tears started spiling from my eyes. My voice was barely audible.

"Will I have to watch my home, die.... again?"

No!