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Demi's pov

My soul's resilience was something that had begun to irritate me by now.

It’s will to live contrasted with my will to die and that combination wasn't supposed to belong in one body.

I had never been so irritated opening my eyes expecting to see the pearly gates of the heavens only to see white ceilings.

I had already imagined what type of gowns I wished to wear and what to eat.

I had envisioned playing with Haris, seeing my parents, and finally saying bye to earth but you could imagine my disappointment being hit with the regular smell of antiseptic, the view of white ceilings hitting me, and the realization that I didn't die.

I lived without recollection of what I had gone through to get here.

I only remember saying bye to my friends and taking Haris's hand and from then on everything from black.

I had wished for death and not fragments of my memory to be removed.

I turned a bit to my side, wincing at the pain spanning across my back and my gaze fell on the bed next to m