Bianca hated silence.
That was probably why she loved skydiving so much.
Up there, thousands of feet above the ground, silence didn’t exist.
The world roared around you.
Wind screamed in your ears.
Your heart slammed against your ribs hard enough to hurt.
Everything felt alive.
Real.
Down on the ground, life felt dull lately.
School.
Expectations.
People pretending they knew what they were doing.
None of it made sense at all.
But this?
Standing near the open aircraft door while freezing wind tore through the cabin?
This made sense.
“This is the part where normal people panic,” Marcus shouted over the noise.
Bianca glanced sideways at him and smirked.
“Good thing I’m a terrible person but I can do this.”
Marcus laughed loudly, gripping one of the overhead straps as the plane shook slightly.
Outside the open door stretched endless sky painted gold by the setting sun.
The city below looked tiny from up here.
Fragile.
Almost unreal.
Bianca stepped closer to the edge.
Instantly, cold air slammed into her body.
Perfect.
Her pulse quickened.
Not fear.
Excitement.
That tiny moment before the jump always felt magical to her.
One step separated safety from chaos.
One decision separated life from death.
And somehow…
that made her feel freer than anything else ever had.
The instructor near the door checked her harness one final time.
“You ready?”
Bianca grinned.
“No.”
Then she jumped anyway.
The world vanished.
Wind exploded around her violently as gravity seized her whole body.
Her scream disappeared into the open sky.
God.
This.
THIS was living.
The city rushed closer beneath her while clouds whipped past at terrifying speed.
Her body spun slightly before stabilizing.
Bianca laughed breathlessly into the wind.
Nothing else on Earth compared to this feeling.
No stress.
No fake conversations.
No future to worry about.
Just adrenaline and sky.
For one beautiful moment, she felt untouchable.
Then something jerked hard behind her.
Bianca frowned immediately.
That wasn’t normal.
She reached back instinctively toward her parachute pack.
The cord felt wrong.
Twisted.
Her stomach dropped.
Fast.
She pulled the deployment cord.
Nothing happened.
Her smile vanished instantly.
“…what the f.,k?”
The wind swallowed the word whole.
Bianca pulled again.
Harder.
Still nothing.
A cold spike of fear stabbed through her chest.
No no no—
Her breathing became uneven immediately as she twisted awkwardly midair trying to look behind herself.
The parachute cords were tangled.
Badly.
Very badly.
The reserve chute.
Her fingers shook as she grabbed the secondary release.
“Come on pls…”
She pulled.
The reserve deployed halfway before violently snapping sideways.
The parachute twisted into itself.
Then collapsed.
Bianca stared at it in horror.
For the first time in her life— she truly understood fear.
The ground rushed upward impossibly fast now.
Buildings sharpened below her.
Roads widened.
Cars became visible.
Reality was getting closer.
Too close.
Panic crashed into her violently.
Not movie panic.
Real panic.
Ugly panic.
The kind that froze your lungs and turned your thoughts into static.
Her heart hammered painfully against her ribs.
This couldn’t be happening.
People survived accidents like this.
Right?
Right?
Bianca tried forcing herself to think.
Position your body.
Reduce impact.
Aim somewhere softer.
Her thoughts spiraled desperately.
A park.
Trees.
Water.
Anything.
Wind tore tears from her eyes.
The city below no longer looked beautiful.
It looked final.
She thought about her mother suddenly.
About unfinished conversations.
About stupid arguments.
About all the things people assumed they’d have time to fix later.
Her chest hurt.
“I don’t wanna die so young…”
The confession vanished into the sky unheard.
Then the world cracked.
Bianca’s eyes widened.
The air around her fractured like broken glass.
Lines of pale blue light spread across the sky unnaturally.
At first she thought she was hallucinating from fear.
Then she saw things moving beyond the cracks.
Impossible things.
Burning cities beneath green storms.
A man in black armor standing over mountains of bodies.
A giant eye opening between stars.
Lightning tearing through space itself.
Something enormous drifting through darkness larger than planets.
Voices echoed faintly through the fractures.
Screaming.
Whispering.
Laughing.
Bianca’s body went ice cold.
“What the hell is happening—”
Darkness swallowed the sky instantly.
Then came impact.
Pain exploded through her body so violently she couldn’t even scream.
Everything shattered.
Her ribs.
Her lungs.
Her thoughts.
Blood filled her mouth.
The world tilted sideways.
Sirens echoed somewhere far away.
Cold concrete pressed against her cheek.
Bianca couldn’t breathe properly.
Every inhale felt broken.
Her vision blurred heavily.
No…
No no no…
Not like this.
Not here.
She tried moving.
Agony ripped through her body.
Her eyes slowly drifted upward toward the darkening sky.
People were shouting nearby now.
Running toward her.
Too late.
Her body felt distant already.
Numb.
Heavy.
Bianca’s thoughts slowed.
So this was death.
Not dramatic.
Not beautiful.
Just cold and silent or maybe noisy due to the traffic.
Tears slid weakly down the side of her face.
She didn’t want to disappear.
Not yet.
The darkness thickened around her vision.
Then something pulled her.
Bianca’s eyes widened weakly.
Not physically.
Deeper.
Like invisible hands dragging her consciousness through freezing water.
The world around her distorted unnaturally.
Sound stretched.
Reality bent.
And somewhere beyond existence— a voice spoke.
Foreign soul detected.
Bianca’s fading thoughts stuttered.
What…?
Darkness rippled endlessly around her.
Compatibility confirmed.
The voice sounded mechanical.
Ancient.
Wrong.
Beginning synchronization.
Pain erupted through her entire existence.
Bianca gasped violently.
Metal restraints clamped around her wrists.
Her eyes snapped open.
The smell hit first.
Blood.
Rust.
Disinfectant.
Screaming echoed faintly somewhere beyond the walls.
Bianca’s breathing became ragged instantly.
The room around her was dimly lit by flickering red lights.
Steel walls.
Medical equipment.
Dark stains she didn’t want identified.
Her body hurt.
Everything hurt.
She tried moving.
Chains rattled loudly.
Bianca froze.
“…what?”
Panic surged immediately.
Where was she?
What happened?
The last thing she remembered was—
The fall.
Her heartbeat accelerated violently.
No.
No no no.
She should be dead.
A sharp electronic sound interrupted her thoughts.
Blue translucent text suddenly appeared directly in front of her eyes.
Bianca recoiled violently against the restraints.
The text remained floating there calmly.
Synchronization Complete.
Silence filled the room.
Bianca stared at the glowing screen.
Then at the chains around her wrists.
Then back at the screen again.
Her voice came out small.
“…I’m hallucinating right.”
Hello my dear readers this is my first new novel hope you could point out my errors, and to note Bianca won’t be instantly overpowered.