Keep your head down. Shut your mouth. Take your pills. Smile. Take a shower. Eat. For 4 years I've been told, what to say. Commanded what to wear, who to talk to, when to eat. I'm tired of it. I never asked for this. I don't belong here. I'll put the possible in impossible. And I'll kill them all. 

One night, a car hits you. By some miracle, or in correct terms- by some anonymous reason, you survive. But it isn't the first time you've survived in inescapable death. Your supposed to be dead. But why aren't you?