I'm dreaming of a white void that stretches on for as far as I could see.

I looked around anyway, confused as this does not seem like an ordinary dream. As I walked through the void, the only sounds were the one's I made.

"Hello?!" I shouted only to receive an echo in return. This is just an odd dream...right?

All of a sudden I heard something flicker, and turned towards the sound. It was a TV that just turned on... which was odd since I'm sure that it wasn't there before. Curious and slightly creeped out I walked towards the TV.

When I got close enough things had gotten more creepy, as I recognized what the TV was showing.

Me.

More specifically, it was showing various events from my life, like an highlight reel.

It showed my happier days, from when Emma was still my friend and... and from when mother was still alive. I felt a tear run down my cheeks, remembering times where things were different, where my family was whole and happy.

Now a days, father and I barely talk but we still love eachother. Even so it hurt seeing how far we drifted apart, how I started keeping things from him as I believed he could do nothing to help me... and I knew that would tear him apart further, enough that he might never recover. So I kept things to myself; not noticing how I drifted away from my dad.

I felt my body shiver, even as I hug myself.

But seeing this from an outside view puts things in perspective... but why would I be dreaming this? Is this really a dream?

"We're not friends Taylor, you're weak." I heard Emma's voice say and saw she pushed me back when I tried to hug her. I saw the look of disbelief and hurt on my face and the sneer of the other girl standing next to Emma.

The TV just had to start showing me this. My arms moved down to my sides and I felt my fist clench as I started watching my bullying.

It started out small at first, little kid things, but it started escalating more and more; from theft of my school supplies to the ruining of my work. From the taunting of my former best friend, to being shoved in the hallways.

I tried to report it, tried to get them to stop, but they just shut down each attempt and escalated further. Cultivating to the theft of my mothers flute; one of the few objects that I had to remember her by.

I snarled before I closed my eyes and took deep breaths to calm down. Anger wont help... that is something I always say to myself. It never helped dad, and it would never help me. I opened my eyes again, feeling calmer; but I was still clenching my fists.

I looked back to the TV and saw when I just gave up. Sure I deluded myself in thinking that I haven't, that I was being the better person... that I was winning everytime I endured their shit. But seeing it from a different perspective now, I could tell I didn'twin anything. I saw as I withdrew into myself more and more everyday. I saw as I went about each day looking lifeless. I saw as they constantly beat me down... molding me into the perfect victim.

I turned away from the TV, not wanting to see anymore. I brought a hand up to wipe the tears from my eyes.

It wasn't fair. What did I do to deserve this?

"REJOICE!" A booming voice echoes out from the void; startled I took a few steps back, only to notice the TV was gone. I looked around for the source of the voice, feeling panic rising.

"Wha-what?" I stuttered, wondering if I stared into the abyss to long.

"YOU HAVE WON THE CHANCE OF A LIFE TIME TAYLOR HERBET!"

"It's Hebert..." I corrected, because panicked or not, the scary voice could at least get my name right.

"OH... HOLD ON A SECOND."

I heard sounds of paper being shuffled around and someone scribbling with a pencil. Surprisingly I felt less panicked now... just more out of my depth.

I mean... is something your supposed to do when you hear disembodied voices? Everything started feeling just a little surreal.

"YES... THERE WE GO!"

I heard the voice yell and a pencil being sat down. Then complete silence.

I waited, curious as to what is going on.

And I waited, and waited, and waited, and waited... at this point I started pacing back and forth before I stopped. Finally fed up with waiting.

"Mr. Voice?" I asked timidly, as I knew better than to yell...especially since it might make said voice angry at me. For some reason that very thought sent a shiver down my spine.

"WHAT?!"

I flinched back.

"OH, RIGHT. -AHEM-, REJOICE TAYLOR HEBERT. YOU HAVE WON THE CHANCE OF A LIFE TIME!"

"What did I win? And who are you?" I asked, I started to get used to the strange voice already.

"NOT IMPORTANT, WHAT YOU WON IS SOMETHING OTHERS WOULD AND HAVE KILLED FOR!"

"What?" I questioned. Feeling impatient, I crossed my arms over my chest and started tapping my foot.

"THE CHANCE TO GET A HAPPY ENDING!"

That was when confetti appeared out of nowhere and was dumped on me; covering me everywhere. I blew away a streamer by my mouth and I was distinctly unamused.

"Doesn't everyone have that chance?" I probed, somehow managing to make it seem like I wasn't angry about the confetti being dumped on me.

"YOU LIVE IN EARTH BET RIGHT?"

"Yes." With some trepidation I answered; I already could tell I wasn't going to like said answer.

"THEN NO."

"What?!" I exclaimed, already forgetting I shouldn't yell at the voice.

"YEAH, SUCKS TO BE YOU. WELL IT DID UNTIL YOU WON!"

"Hey!" I shouted, already feeling my indignation rising.

I decided that the voice was a jerk right then and there, completely ignoring the fact that it said I won something.

"OH BE QUITE. WHEN YOU AWAKEN, YOU WILL BE EXALTED AMONGST YOUR MORTAL PEERS!"

"What does that even mean?" I asked, just to be annoying.

"IT MEANS THAT YOU GET SUPER POWERS AND IF THE FATES ARE KIND, YOU GET A HIGHER CHANCE OF REACHING THAT EVER ELUSIVE HAPPY ENDING!"

"Does that make me a parahuman?" I questioned, wondering if this is one of those so called trigger events I heard about on the internet.

"SURE, WHY NOT. AT LEAST A CERTAIN DEFINITION OF HUMAN."

"What was that la-" I started to say before a kitten appeared out of nowhere and hit me in the forehead with a prismatic sphere of energy.

I staggered back, I noticed my sight start to darken as I clung on to my fading consciousness.

"Shut up and take your damn powers!" Was the last thing I heard before everything faded to black.