"...jamie, Jamie, JAMIE! JAIME, WAKE UP, PLEASE WAKE UP!"

I sit up in an instant, my head snapping forward. Rowan! Where is she? What-

Wait, where am I? I look around for a minute, taking in my surroundings. All I can see is a blinding white abyss and a soft, pillowy, silver "floor". Where the hell is this?! Why am I here? What happened? A shot of recognition races through my tired brain, awaking a part of my memory that was hidden to me when I woke up. I strain to look into it, searching through the thick wasteland of my groggy mind for scattered thoughts and broken voices. I hunt for pieces and gather them together in hopes of putting them in semi-coherent order.

I start to see, foggily, the memory of several gunshots going off around me, grenades exploding, tanks firing into the air as my exhausted body drags itself across the battlefield. I try to stand, my legs and arms shaking as they push up from the ground when I feel a dull ache rip through the skin and flesh of my chest. A shiny, blood covered bullet shoots out of my heart onto the grit of the dirt and sand. I fall back to the hard earth with a sickening thump. I can hear the frantic screams of my friends grow closer with every panicked footstep. Am I...dead? Dying? I guess I am. I don't want to go yet, though...oh well. I guess it's just my time. I don't feel so good though. (Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good. [I'm so fucking sorry oh my god]).

I hear the pained, terrified yell of "JAIME, NO!". Oh no...Rowan! Wait, I don't want to go! I watch, with tears running down my soft dusty face, my best friend shake my dying body screaming "JAIME, PLEASE, STAY WITH ME! DON'T DIE ON ME!". Her heartbroken cries become louder and louder, drowning out any other sounds, until all I can hear is her voice, pleading me to stay.

I cry out in pain, the desperate wails of my best friend fading fast in favor of my own dejected howls.

I scream into the abyss, crying out for every person I left behind. My mom, my dad, my twin brother Marshall, my army friends, and Rowan most of all. I sob into my hands with my head bowed. Why? Why did I have to go? I need them, I can't exist without them! I...

I need to get out of here. I need to leave.

Get me out.

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And that was chapter motherfucking one! Eh? How'd I do? I'm pretty proud of myself honestly, my first attempt at actually starting an original story. WOO It's the start of an e r a .
A revenge era.
A black parade era.
A dangerous era.
A-
oh wait...*cries*
ok i'll stop now, hope you liked Chapter 1! See y'all later!

Look alive, sunshine.