Treason

I nearly forgot about my childhood. I died when I was six. My name was to be Natasha. I lived in a plastic bubble my first six years of life and on the last day I actually got to come out of the plastic prison, I died. There's a vague memory of my last seconds of life... the dust around me in the bright sunlight that reminded me of angels I had seen in a book once. This universe did not just align itself like a freak accident. My veins were not an assemble by themselves. One things for certain was that my heart started beating again for a reason.