Amanda laid unconscious as the toxin took hold of her, drugging up memories she would wish to forget. To her, it was as if she was reliving her memory in third person. She watched as the younger version of herself went through torturous training to improve her strength at just 13 years old.
As her younger self laid on the ground, a man with an uncaring expression loomed over her. Observing her as she struggled to breathe.
"You're weak. Your body is just not suitable enough," the man said in a flat tone, as if he was merely mumbling something to himself. "Maybe your younger sister would have better luck."
Hearing that, the younger Amanda's eyes widened. The mere mention of her younger sister taking her place gave her the strength to push herself up to her feet. Her legs wobbled and her body ached all over, yet still she fought through it and stood tall for her father to see. The pain was unbearable, yet she smiled, pretending as if she didn't want to fall to her knees and cry.
