A life of struggle.

Why do I even exist?

That was what I was thinking as I lay there in my bed, completely motionless and alone, I turn on my phone while I was in my bed and was assaulted by the same hate as before.

"She should just kill herself, the world would be much better without her."

"Go join your mom and dad in hell."

Why did I deserve this? All I had done was act rude on a scripted reality TV show, yet no one knew it was scripted and the company didn't announce that it was scripted in fear of losing viewers, no matter what I told them, they didn't believe me, always saying things like "That was always your true personality, we always could tell that." Even my friends had distanced themselves away from me, no matter how much I try to speak to them they wouldn't respond to me, pretending as if I didn't exist. I was truly alone in the world, no one would care if I vanished or mourn me if I died.

As those chaotic thoughts rampaged in my mind, fueled by the comments on the media that I just couldn't bring myself to stop reading, I had finally come to a conclusion, maybe they really will be happy if I was gone, I just didn't want to be here anymore.

I rise from my bed then grab a bunch of pills, come on Lisa Miller, have some courage to do something for once, I take these pills all at once then start to feel faint, after a while, I had finally lost conciousness.

Suddenly I regain consciousness, was I unable to kill myself? No, this was a strange place, it felt endless, a white expanse that went on forever.

Suddenly, I hear a voice, it was like an automated message, yet it was feeling very overwhelming.

[Another who had taken their own life? You lack respect for what you have been given.]

[To learn eternal respect of your life, you shall be thrust into the most extreme set of possible conditions.]

What was this voice saying? I just want to vanish, just let me go.

[Your psyche is unstable, therefore, I shall omit any and all memories that are causing the anomalies, prepare for confusion and or mild to severe personality changes.]

Wait what?! What does this voice mean!? Suddenly I started feeling that things were missing from my mind, these feelings had vanished the instant they appeared, and I can't tell if anything changed with me.

[Psyche stabilised, chances of death upon reincarnation... 5%, creating universe, applying rules influenced by the souls' memories.]

What was going on here? Oi, Mr. disembodied voice, care to at least tell me what is going on? What are you exactly doing to me?

[Created. Now the soul shall be reincarnated.]

[Survive, struggle, and then become grateful for life, if you die you shall meet with me once more.]

Wait, wait, you haven't told me a single thin-

Before I realized it everything vanished and was replaced by darkness.