Scenario: Family of 3, a dad,mom,and daughter are split by a flower that rewrote their current life and sent them into a new world altering their memories and slowly they will start to remember things from their past lives and try to reunite but will have to face the challenges of the new world
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Family of 3, a dad,mom,and daughter are split by a flower that rewrote their current life and sent them into a new world altering their memories and slowly they will start to remember things from their past lives and try to reunite but will have to face the challenges of the new world
The first time I died, I was six years old.
I remember the day as if it were yesterday.
It was a beautiful summer day, and my brother Jack and I were playing in the backyard.
Our parents were inside, making lunch.
I remember the smell of hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill.
I remember the sound of our parents’ laughter as they talked and joked with each other.
I remember the way my little brother’s eyes lit up when he saw me coming toward him with a water balloon in my hand.
And then I remember nothing at all.
One moment I was running toward Jack, laughing and happy and carefree, and the next moment I was lying on my back in a field of flowers, staring up at the sky.
I didn’t know how I’d gotten there or where Jack had gone or why everything around me looked so strange and different.
I didn’t know who I was or where I was or what had just happened to me.
It was like the world around me had shattered into a million pieces, and I was standing in the middle of a thousand mirrors, each one reflecting a different version of my life back at me.
I couldn’t make sense of anything, so I tried to start at the beginning.
I tried to remember what had happened to me.
I tried to remember my name.
And then I realized that I couldn’t.
The first time I died, I was six years old.
The last thing I remembered was chasing my brother through the backyard, laughing and happy.
Jack had thrown his water balloon at me, and I’d thrown mine at him, and we were both soaked and giggling like little kids do.
“Lunch is ready!”
my mother called from the kitchen window.
“Come inside so we can eat!”
I turned toward Jack, ready to race him to the back door so we could be the first in line for lunch, but as I did, something weird happened.
The air around me started to shimmer like the surface of a lake, and I felt an odd sensation in my chest, as if my heart were fluttering like a little bird trying to break free from its cage.
And then I saw it.
A single white flower blooming in front of me.
It was small and delicate, with thin white petals that curled inward like a lily.
It smelled good, too, like a mix of roses and lavender and something sweeter that I couldn’t quite place.
But even though it was beautiful, it didn’t belong there.
It didn’t belong anywhere.
“Don’t touch it!”
I shouted toward Jack, but it was too late.
He’d already reached out with his chubby little fingers and grabbed the stem of the flower.
I remember my father telling me once that some flowers are dangerous and not to be trusted, that they can make you sick or even kill you if you eat them or touch them the wrong way.
This flower seemed like one of those flowers.
“Jack, don’t—” I said, but he didn’t listen to me.
He never did.
He just smiled his big, toothy grin and yanked the flower out of the ground like he was picking a daisy for our mother, rather than destroying the entire world as we knew it.
And then everything went dark, and I felt like I was dying again.
The second time I died, I woke up in a field of flowers.
I blinked my eyes open and sat up, and I realized that I was lying in a field of flowers with bright yellow petals and leaves that were the same shade of green as the grass on my parents’ front lawn.
The sun was shining high overhead, but it looked different than any sun I had ever seen before, like it was brighter and bigger and closer to the earth than it had any right to be.
And the sky was all wrong too.
It was so blue that it almost looked purple, and there were no clouds anywhere, not even a single one on the horizon to break up the monotony of all that color.
And then I saw the moon, and I knew something wasn’t right.
The moon was big and round and white and glowing like it had been set on fire, but even though it looked like a full moon, it wasn’t nighttime, so I didn’t understand why it was there or what it wanted.
I shook my head and tried to clear the cobwebs from my mind.
I felt like I’d just woken up from a deep sleep, and my head was still fuzzy and full of dreams.
I tried to remember where I was and how I’d gotten there, but the harder I tried to think, the more my memories slipped away.
It was like trying to hold onto sand in your hand.
The harder you squeezed, the more slipped through your fingers.
I couldn’t remember where I was or how I’d gotten there or even who I was or if I’d ever existed at all.
But then something strange happened.
As my memories of my past life started to fade away into nothingness, a new memory took their place.
My name is Emily Carter, and my brother’s name is Jack.
I don’t know where we are or how we got here or what happened to our parents.
But I know that we’re going to be okay because someone is watching over us.
Someone is keeping us safe.
I swallowed hard and tried to blink away the tears that sprang to my eyes.
I don’t know who that someone is or why they care about us so much, but I’m grateful for their help anyway.
“Wherever you are,” I whispered into the wind.
“Thank you for keeping us safe.”
Then I pushed myself to my feet and looked around for my brother.
I knew he had to be there somewhere.
I wouldn’t have come here without him.
“Jack?”
I said, but there was no answer.
“Where are you?”
I took a step forward but stumbled on something and fell back onto my hands and knees with a cry of pain.
It felt like someone had just stabbed me in the head with a knife, and black spots danced in front of my eyes as I struggled not to pass out from the pain.
I waited until the darkness passed before trying again.
I reached out with my hand and touched whatever had tripped me, and felt a rock beneath my fingers.
But instead of a rock, I saw a woman standing before me.
She had skin the color of the earth and eyes the color of the sky.
Her hair was as black as the night sky, and it fell down her back like a curtain of silk.
She wore a white dress that flowed around her like water, and when she held out her hand to me, it looked like she was offering me a drink.
“Are you thirsty?”
she said in a voice as sweet and soft as a summer rain.
I took the water from her hand and drank it down in one long gulp.
It tasted like honey and sunlight and all the good things in the world, and it soothed the pain in my head like magic.
The woman smiled at me as she watched me drink.
“There,” she said when I’d finished it all.
“That should make you feel better.”
I handed her the empty cup and sat back on my heels.
“Thank you,” I said.
“You’re very kind.”
She smiled at me again and reached out her hand to touch my forehead.
“It’s no trouble,” she said.
“I’m just glad I could help.”
I felt a little dizzy again, but it wasn’t as bad as before.
I thought it might be because of the flower that made me sick.
“My brother made me eat a flower,” I told her.
“And then I felt sick.”
The woman’s smile faded just a little, but it didn’t look like she was surprised to hear that I’d eaten a flower.
“Ah,” she said, nodding her head.
“I see now.”
“Is that what made me feel so sick?”
The woman nodded again.
“Yes,” she said.
“The flower is very powerful, but it’s also very dangerous if you’re not careful with it.”
“Careful how?”
I asked her, but she just shook her head and looked away from me, like she didn’t want to answer the question.
“It’s not important right now,” she said.
“What’s done is done, and there’s no use crying over spilled milk.”
I opened my mouth to ask her what she meant by that, but then I realized that I felt a little better than I had before.
My head didn’t hurt as much anymore, and I wasn’t feeling quite so dizzy either.
I stood up and rubbed my eyes, trying to clear them so I could see better in the bright light.
Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to wash myself off in a cool stream or pool of water, but there wasn’t one anywhere nearby that I could see.
The only thing around me were trees and flowers, stretching out as far as I could see in all directions, their bright colors blurring together until they looked like one giant field of flowers.
I turned back to the woman with a frown on my face.
“I need to wash off all this dirt,” I told her, “but I can’t find any water anywhere.”
The woman smiled at me again, like she knew what I was going to say before I even said it.
“There’s a pool of water over there,” she said, pointing in the distance.
“You can clean yourself off there if you want.”
I squinted into the distance but couldn’t see anything except trees and flowers again.
But when I turned back to look at the woman, something about her seemed different now.