Chapter 2- Memories

As I tried to figure out what the sound meant, a sudden numbness came over my mind as I felt my memories flowing in.

I saw myself as a child playing with my older sister. I saw my parents doting on us and trying to control our mischievous nature.

Then, I saw myself being diagnosed with cancer. My parents breaking down, my sister losing her shine, my world breaking down.

We weren't rich, we were middle-middle class. As time went buy my medical expenses started becoming bigger and bigger. My sister tried to quit school to help around the houses, after I threw a tantrum and cried until they had to put an IV in, she finally gave up.

I felt bad for my parents and mad at myself for not being able to do anything. Everything became depressing as time went by.

I couldn't stand to see dad's big and strong back become skinnier day by day. I couldn't stand to see my beautiful mother in ragged clothes. I stole their happiness.

I couldn't stand it. So I made a decision. I started taking small amounts of my pain medication and putting it inside a box. I went on and continued my treatments, until I knew I had enough pills to overdose.

Before I took the pills, I wrote individual letters to each of my family members. I felt sorry for all the pain I put them through, and I just wanted to end it.

I disconnected all the machines, I waited for the lazy nurse's shift to start and I swallowed. I swallowed down all the pills. I wasn't scared of the pain of death.

Honestly, after all the chemo I went through pain was the last thing in my mind. I was just scared that my family was gonna hate me if I did this.

I just didn't know what to do. My illness was destroying them. They were the thing I loved the most, yet due to me, they were dying.

My sister's bright smile became dimmer and dimmer each day. My parents relationship was becoming colder and colder. All because of me.

With my death, they only needed to suffer a little to become happy again.

"Are you finished?" Adam asked me with disinterest.

"Who are you and what do you want?" I asked after finally confirming I was dead. I wasn't as calm as I previously was. The memories were cutting too deep, so my emotions were in turmoil.

Yet, I still maintained a monotone form of speech.

"You are not a really fun person, are you?" He asked.

"No. At the moment, I am not." I said trying to assess and understand my feelings to consecutively calm myself.

"Fine. Let's speak business pretty lady." He said finally sounding serious. "I am a system. System 002 to be precise. I'm currently in need of a host and that luckily person might just be you if just say the magical words, I accept."

System? Like in books? While I was in the hospital I came across a novel that had a system and a host. Unfortunately, I dropped it due to the fact that the host became psychotic killer overnight.

Am I in the same situation?

"Can I pass? I just recently died, I'm in mourning at the moment." I said not wanting to become a person without reason due to this system entity.

"After you complete the required amount of missions, I am forced to grant you any wish." He said in a nonchalant tone, as if it was obvious I was going to give in.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked with seriousness.

"Well let's say you successfully completed all of the missions I give you, and then you decide you want to go back to your original world. To the time you were happy, without a terminal illness, and with your wonderful and loving family. I, as the most benevolent system out there, am obligated by heavenly law to to make it happen."

His words caused another turmoil with my emotions. I could go back?

"Yes, you could go back. And without the illness of course."

"Fine," I said.

"...fine? That's it. Aren't you going to ask what kind of missions I'll give you?"

"You told me I could go back to my family free of cancer. Isn't that enough?"

"...I guess that for you it's enough," he stated. Not knowing what else to say.