Her Path To Self Discovery - Chapter 1 Chapter One
She was dying. It’s not as if it is unexpected they were all dreading it since she got diagnosed with Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia at fourteen. It wasn’t too late so the next months that followed she went through chemo treatment, it was hell. The constant pain, weakness, and bleeding it was hard to not just lie down and just stop fighting. She could still hear the doctor telling her parents how if they didn’t treat it soon she was going to die.
Her first emotion was fear. She could still feel how her heart pounded so erratically drowning any other sound around. Her body cold as ice, hands shaking, mind blank. She can’t remember how long she sat there frozen in fear, it wasn’t until she heard her parents urgently calling her name that
she realized she was hyperventilating, the world began spinning, blackout.
When she woke up a while later, her parents tried reassuring her on how she will soon be treated and everything will be fine but after the initial fear, the anger came. Why her? Why couldn’t it be person A, B or C? WHY HER? It could have been an old person they at least had a long life they were going to die anyway why not them? Why cut her life so short? Why?
The months that followed were filled with hurt, physically and emotionally. She blamed everything on the world and her family. Every time she felt the deep aches in her bones and heaviness in her limbs she hated seeing everyone walking comfortably around while she couldn’t sometime keep my eyelids open from fatigue.
It wasn’t until she met a ten-year-old who was fighting cancer that she learned that playing the victim wasn’t getting her anywhere and if she was going to die may as well go without any regrets. The kid was abandoned at the hospital and the parents just went missing for several months luckily the state took care of her and organizations helped fund the cost of the treatment. She never ever saw that kid without a smile it made her hide in shame for days at how bratty I was.
After that, with the support of her family, she learned to accept her situation and be positive. She was grateful for having such a strong and loving family. The support, patience, and love they showered her is a gift she is very thankful for. Mom cut her beautiful hair that she was so proud of just because it was making her miserable seeing it while she was bald at 14.
Now at twenty, she grateful God brought that child to tell her to just suck it up and make the best of her life. She made a lot of memories with her family heck she even jumped out of an airplane once. Does she have regrets? She would love to experience falling in love but to say regrets she won’t go that far. She can’t regret something she doesn’t even know so she would say she had a satisfying life, short with a lot of pain she was content. All thanks to her family and their love and support.
They knew there was a chance that even with successful chemo that cancer could come back but none of them really expected it to happen and so soon. It began a few months back it developed at an alarming speed by the time they realized what was happening it was too late. It was worse than the first time, she felt as if she thrown in a shredder and being pulled in different directions. Everything was happening at once the pain was so much that they had to drug her with some heavy medication for her to function.
“Trsor, still with us sweetheart?” Mom asked voice cracking running her fingers down her cheek to get her attention.
Pulling herself out of her memories she looked at her parents and brother. They were in tears and she felt bad that they would be left behind with all this pain. She hopes they move on and not be stuck too long on her death.
She could feel herself slipping falling into nothingness. She resisted, trying to at least tell her family her love for them.
“Maman…Dad…Arslan…*cough*… *cough*… Thank…you…I *cough* love…you*….” Forcing these words through with a smile she hopes was reassuring, not sure it worked but she couldn’t do anything more, she is dragged into dark stillness.
BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEP
*Match found…Transfer initiated…*
She felt herself slowly coming to awareness. Surprisingly, she wasn’t feeling any pain or discomfort it felt as if she was made of air and just floating around. It was a new feeling, she doesn’t remember ever experiencing something like this. She wondered if she was in heaven or something of the sort. That thought dragged her out her floaty feeling. She opened her eyes taking in her surrounding. White everywhere she had to blink her eyes a few times to adjust. Nothing but white as far as she can see, her heart picked up the pace a bit.
“H-hello…” She called voice hoarse from the dryness of her throat.
As if by magic a golden ball of light appeared in front of her as if it was there all along making her jump back in surprise hitting something; she realized that she was in a hospital-like bed and like everything in this place it was white. Looking up she saw the golden ball of light still hanging there in front of me. She opened her mouth wanting to talk but words were lost to her. Guess she didn’t need to because it started talking.
“Welcome Miss Jalynn. As you already know your physical body in Earth#9 is dead. You are here because you are part of the souls that have an extremely long lifespan and while your physical body is dead you still have very long years ahead of you. I am here to explain the options available to you and no Earth#9 is not part of the options. Are you following so far?”
WTH? Her mind went blank for God knows how long before she inhaled and exhaled trying to calm herself and process what she just heard. So, from what she understood she was dead in Earth#9(what the hell is that?), but her soul didn’t die yet because she has not used up her fuel yet. She has options but for whatever reasons she can’t go back to Earth#9, ok that’s pretty clear. The heck is, nothing is clear at all!
Breath, breath, breath. Let’s look at it positively and rationally and be emotional later. I am not dead and may have a chance at life it may even be a long one. That’s good let’s focus on that for now. I gave a nod at the annoyingly patient Golden Ball.
“You have been matched to three parallel worlds. Which means in these worlds there are roles that match your personality with a 60-95% chance of success if you wish to take on the role. You need to keep in mind that we calculate only souls that have an average lifespan of three centuries and up.
Now your first matched world is Earth #3. The world is in your terms a hybrid between Ancient China and your Modern world. It is what you would describe as Cultivation world merged with Technology.
If you choose this world your role would be to assist a Demonic Arts cultivator to reach the peak. To accomplish that you will be sent in a body which is made as the yin of his yang, perfect for dual cultivation. 83% chance of success.
The second match is Earth #7. This is a futuristic world. Technology and humans have developed to the point of making contact with what you call “Aliens”. This world does not have enough females and is now entertaining buying females from other planets. If you choose this world your role will be a breeder for the Imperial family for the next ten decades after you will be free of responsibility. Do not worry about abuse in this world women are treasured. 93% chance of success.
Lastly is New Earth. This world is will be more familiar as it is the same as yours the difference is that because of an “Alien” human ecology and genetics changed thus there is some difference on how the society is set. If you choose this world your responsibility is to be the life-companion of the “Alien” residing there. Beware high risk of triggering the Alien thus destroying the world. 65% chance of success.
If you do not make a choice between the three worlds we will send your soul to accomplish tasks in multiple worlds until your years are used up then send your soul to the afterlife. Now Miss Jalynn what will your choice be?”
By the time it was done giving her, her “options” she went through a marathon of emotions till she became emotionless.
Well, fuck my life! Why doesn’t he/she/it whatever just say that her options are become a sex slave, forget about love or just be worked to death. This is just from bad to worse depending on who is judging. Give her a break for heaven’s sake!!! Ughh!
*Sigh* The answer is pretty obvious really it’s the only option that leaves her with some illusion of freedom. Taking a deep breath she opened her mouth to choose her life sentence.
