It was a gloomy day out here in London, the clouds that had been wispy and white at morning were now darker and more dense. In a short time, the rain would rush down pouring with all its might. There I was seated on the luxurious chair of an expensive restaurant. I gaped outside the transparent window in hope that a certain someone would presently arrive. I retained an unpleasant habit of being flown away by random thoughts, something that many people found annoying.

It was one hell of a day. My application to the Cambridge University was rejected (Even though my academic record was good enough and so was my portfolio.), I realised my singular existence maintained no value, not in this vast ever maddening world. My father had high hopes for me, even after his death I wasn’t capable to fulfil his dying wishes.

She finally arrived as she slowly slit push open the hazel door of the restaurant, she carried a frown on her face which revealed her intentions. I had to face another tragedy today, and she was dressed in a splendid black dress, she was looking lovelier than ever. She slowly jerked the chair in front of me and took her seat.

‘What about your application?’ she asked.

‘It got rejected, as always.’ I said as I looked elsewhere in shame.

‘Okay, don’t worry it would be alright.’ she said as she caught hold of my hand.

‘I have been rejected by life, all along till this day.’ I remarked.

‘That wasn’t your fault Hei. You are not responsible for your father’s death.’

‘Only if I had steered the car cautiously, then he would have been over here with me today.’ I said as tears came streaming down my face.

‘Accept it Hei, you cannot turn back time.’ she said as she wiped my tears with a tissue paper.

‘Okay crying wouldn’t alter a thing. Why did you call me here?’

I asked anxiously.

‘Well, I don’t recognize how you might feel, but the thing is…’

’Spit it out Diana, I am ready to take it.’

‘I am getting engaged, I am sorry but I don’t have any other choice.’ she said as her words pierced my chest.

‘Why are you doing this?’

‘Our relationship does not have any future. You are constantly busy whining about the past and don’t work on yourself. It wouldn’t be long before your property worth a million is turned into ash. You remain a filthy loser! My fiancé is a Greek billionaire, and I have never really loved you, why should I even consider my future with a trash like you?’she screamed, took her Louis Vuitton handbag, and ran out of the restaurant.

Once again life had denounced me, yes indeed my existence was worth nothing.

I walked into the most expensive wine shop in London, bought a the costliest one out there, and drove back home in my Maserati.

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I couldn’t stop crying, it was conceivably the most unpleasant day of my life.That was the day that would transform my life forever.

I walked up to the rooftop of my mansion, took an ultimate sip of my wine and I decided to terminate my life. As I looked down, I couldn’t establish myself do it and suddenly I fainted. That was the ultimate rational thing I remember. The day went away, brisker than it ever did for me.

Then all that happened transformed my life forever, it might sound like fantasy but it isn’t a fairy tale. It is the truth itself.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself to stationed in the London Eye. I don’t recognize how I got there, I didn’t know how come I was still breathing. All of it seemed strange, and when I took a proper look around I realised that I wasn’t isolated. I saw a adolescent child with jet black air and keen blue eyes, dressed in a pale blue shirt and a black trouser. There was no doubt about it, my pupil widened and my heart was beating the hell out of my chest, it was my former self:When I was about twelve years old.

That scenario was rationally impossible, at the moment I bought that it was just a dream. I don’t realise what was going on.

‘Hei, you have grown up!’ exclaimed my former self.

Is this in fact happening? I thought to myself.

‘You tried to terminate your life, didn’t you?’ he asked of me bearing a dignified look. His age barely affected his maturity.

‘I did, I don’t possess any reason to continue living.’ I replied.

‘You must remember.’ he said.

‘What are you trying to say?’ I asked, after being unable to comprehend his words. Conceivably he was more mature than I was.

‘Remember the day Hei, the day, your father died.’ he said. These time things were getting tensed, I only felt guilt running in my blood.

‘It was all your fault Hei. You don’t deserve to live anyways.’ he remarked, laughing at me like I was a piece of trash.

It was advancing the incorrect way. I got up and struck his face sending him flying off as his body and hit the glass.

’That’s the best you can do, motherfucker.’ he said as I knocked him again.

‘You know Hei. I was hurt by a lot of people I loved.’

‘WHAT?’ I screamed.

‘Our mother Hei, we loved her and yet she abandoned us just like disposable pests.’ he said as tears came streaming down his face.

‘I wanted to die, because I was utterly useless this whole time.’ I said as I forwarded my hand to him.

’Then our father, he also past away leaving us vulnerable to solitude.’

‘I am way to addicted to it, my former self.’

’That’s the harmfullest thing about it. It is your enemy and your ally at the same time. Once addicted, you absolutely don’t want to deal with people.’my former self remarked, the conversation was now quite philosophical in nature.

‘Definitely, indeed, I am way past the returning point. I belonged to one of the wealthiest families in London, that established me as the centre of humiliation among others, others who envied my wealth. Most astonishingly, I never asked for it and neither did I appreciate wealth, all I ever wanted was to be loved by people around me. I came to comprehend the precise nature of this world we live in, it isn’t made for the likes of us.’I said, I got emotional too.

’Salvation, that is my ultimate goal. I want to be loved by people. I demand my life to acquire a meaning, I want to recognize the value of my existence.’ I said, I noticed my former self smirk.

’To be loved and to find your life’s value. I can make that happen, but can bear the burden that would come along with it?’he asked.

‘Definitely, I’ve had enough of dreaming now, I will be valued someway or another.’

‘You will have to bear the burden of humanity’s future, be careful before you determine your choice.’ he forewarned me, but I wasn’t holding back.

‘I will accomplish anything!’ I exclaimed.

‘Okay, from today forwards you wouldn’t be an ordinary human anymore. From now, you will have to deal with a superior race. You might as well die, but for the greater good you just need to put your life on line.’

‘I agree!’ I repeated.

‘Hereby, you are the sixth successor of the cursed race.You will directly acquire the cursed mark of rebirth.’he said as he vanished off into thin air.

I woke up panting heavily, I realised that I was admitted in a hospital. When I took a look at my right palm, I saw a hexagonal mark. That was the very start of my journey.