Episode 1

It all happened so fast. Everything, everyone, wiped from my mind in a split second. Everyone that I loved and hated, gone. All I remember were people surrounding me, and then passing out. I remembered some other things but they're hard to explain. Some more complex than others.

"Come on buckaroo! We're gonna be late!" Rowan Lakers yells from down stairs, adjusting his shirt. Jason Lakers was down stairs as well, sitting down on the couch watching the television.

Felix sighed. "I'm coming give me a second!" He replied to his father. He got his knee pads and socks on and rushed down stairs, hoping he wouldn't fall down the stairs. "I'm ready!" He said, smiling.

Rowan smiled and ruffled his kid's hair. "That's my boy, you better hit that ball, and hit it hard." His father said, smiling brightly.

Felix smiled as he nodded. "I will, I promise I'll make you both proud." Felix said, his voice filled with determination. Felix played volleyball for almost three years. He was the wing spiker and kind of the best wing spiker there.

His other dad, Jason stood up from the couch and hugged Felix. "Do your best bud." He said, smiling softly. Jason and Rowan got married a couple years back. They then had Felix.

Felix smiled and hugged his other dad back. "I will pops, I promise." He replied. Felix's team won many games in the past. He's hoping that the team won't break their streak.

"Alright, let's get going or else you're team is gonna be wingless without their wing spiker." Rowan said, trying hard to make at least one dad joke.

Felix rolled his eyes, smiling lightly as he laughed softly. "Dad, I swear if you make any sort of joke on the way to the game or in the game, no hugs for a week." Felix replied, laughing. Felix was the kid who loved his parents dearly, but hates it when they embarrass him.

As the family got ready, Jason had to stay at the house because of work. So this time it was just Rowan and Felix. The two got everything in the trunk. Felix got in the front seat, Rowan got in the drivers seat.

"Bye pops!" Felix yelled from the car. He waved, smiling brightly at his other dad. Even though Jason couldn't come, he knew full well that his other dad, Rowan would film the game.

Jason was on the stairs of the door way. He smiled brightly and waved back at his son. "Bye kiddo! Do you're best!" He said once more. Jason didn't care if his son won or lost, as long as he did his best, it would still count for a win for him.

Felix smiled and nodded. Rowan already started the car, waving to his husband. Felix was beyond ready for the game. He loved volleyball and had a passion for it. Nothing could stop his love for it.

Except Death.

Rowan continued driving, humming to 'Wait for It' from Hamilton the Musical, sung by Leslie Odom Jr. Felix had a love for musicals and showed his parents the movie that came out just on July 3rd. A musical later they all soon became obsessed.

Felix looked out the window. He soon sunk into his own small world of thoughts. He wondered if they would win. Wondered if they would lose. He wondered about strategies and plans about how to win. He was desperate to keep the streak alive for as long as possible. He wasn't going to let it slip today. No, he wanted to win. He needed to win.

"So, are you nervous?" Rowan asked, glancing at Felix as he drove. Rowan was always the person Felix came to when he was upset, anxious, depressed, and things like that. Rowan was like the go to guy for Felix.

Felix got dragged back into reality. He looked at his dad and tilted his head, not really sure how to answer. He wasn't really nervous, but he wasn't confident either. He was kind of in the middle. He shrugged. "Uhm, maybe just a bit." He simply answered.

Rowan nodded and sighed softly. "I know you'll do your best out there. You'll do great, I'm not just saying that because your my son. I'm saying this because you're a really skilled player Felix. It's ok to be nervous but don't let that take over you, ok?" Rowan said, smiling softly as he took small glances at his son, still keeping his eyes on the road.

Felix nodded, smiling softly at his father's words. "I promise I'll make you proud." He said determinedly. Felix never let anything bring him down. Even if something dragged him down and into the dirt, he would get up and brush off.

Rowan sighed as he saw a driver driving crazy. Going from lane to lane, messing up many people. It was obvious that the driver was drunk. Rowan shook his head and continued to drive. "Jeebus, people these days. Getting drunk and then driving what the heck?" He mumbled to himself.

Felix didn't think to much of it. He shrugged it off and continued to get pulled back into his own small world of thoughts. He planned out ways he and his team could win. He new the opposing team had amazing players, but he knew that nothing would stop his team. The captain of the volleyball team always had a plan, so everyone counts on him. Felix shivered at the thought of being captain. People always depending on you. It was scary for Felix.

CRASH-!

Rowan screamed as the car went flying to the side of the road. Felix screamed louder though. Honking of horns and bloodcurdling screams were ringing through Felix's ears.

The car flew to the other side of the road. More screams were heard. There was blood everywhere. Red marks. Everywhere.

The honking and bloodcurdling screams were one of the last things Felix heard. The very last words he heard was from a voice he loved.

"I'm sorry Felix....." As a plug was pulled.

"Where am I?"

"Why is everything so bright?"

"What...what happened...?"

"New form is almost complete. Please wait."

"W-what?"

"New form is almost complete. Please wait."

"W-what do you mean new form..?!"

"New form completed."

"W-what the hell are you taking about..?!!"

"Transformation will start in five second."

"What?! No!"

"Five."

"Stop!"

"Four."

"No no no no no! Stop! T-this isn't right!"

"Three."

"Stop! What do you mean by transformation?! What do you mean about some new form?!"

"Two."

"Where are my parents?! Dad?! Pops?!!"

"One."

"So this is what dying feels like."

"Never thought it would be so....painless."

"The action of death is painful."

"But this..?"

"This is...different."

"Not like I've experienced death before."

"It's just different from what you think death feels like."

"You think death would feel painful."

"You think you would be up in heaven where the angels are."

"Oh you would go to hell, where the demons are."

"Surprisingly."

"It's none of those."

"It's kind of amazing to be honest."

"To be proven wrong, with the only way to finding out is to...die."

"Of course, the action of you dying is painful."

"But after?"

"It's exhilarating."

"Who knew?"

"How did it end up like this?"

"How did one of the best days of my life..."

"Become my death..?"

"It was supposed to be a day to remember by happiness."

"Now it's to be remembered by...my funeral..?"

"My dad and my pops..."

"My teammates.."

"I got to watch my funeral..I had a choice."

"I regret it."

"I miss them."

"I...I want to have a family again.."

"Parents just like the ones I have."

"Or..."

"Had.."

"I'm sorry dad.."

"I'm sorry pops..."

"I wished I could've stayed longer."

"I miss you both..."

"Please forgive me..."

"Happy birthday to you!" The last verse of the classic song that gets sung to you every year. Something you can never really shake off no matter how hard you try and forget.

My mom smiles at me as I blow the candles out. Today is my sixteenth birthday. People always say that sixteen is supposed to be your year. I don't necessarily get that. A birthday is a birthday. It doesn't really matter what age. It's just a year.

I smile softly. My mom comes up to me and runs her fingers through my shoulder length red hair. "Happy sixteenth birthday, Robin."

I feel my smile grow just a bit. "Thanks mom." I respond. My mom means everything to me. She made me the person I am today, and I'm thankful for that. Though she still can't tell me what my dreams mean.

Maybe the dreams will stop this year. Maybe, just maybe I'll stop getting weird dreams. It's annoying and getting old. I sigh softly as I get the knife from the counter. I slice the cake into triangular figures. I place one onto my little sister's plate, then my mother's and then mine.

"Happy birthday birdie!" My little sister says. It's a nickname my mother gave to me. I honestly think it's kind of stupid, but I don't really mind it I guess.

"Thanks Camil." I say, smiling softly as I pat her head gently. Maybe this year would be better? The universe will tell me. Eventually.

"Watching my own funeral..."

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