1. Wishing I Were There
Whenever I thought of death I always thought of darkness, of nothingness of blackness. of fear. But now I know. And I try to ignore the dark and the nothingness and just try to continue my life. I know that Death, has only allowed me 30 days but I feel him everywhere. shouldnt you have better things to do? I called out into the night. I should feel proud and happy knowing im safe and nothing can hurt me these 30 days. That Death is mine forever.
When I was born and a single black rose was laid on my stomach in the nursery. for my first year. On the day of my second birthday on March the first when I woke up a black note was on my stomach. 17 years and 30 days it had read. So I was to live 17 years and 30 days. 'Til the end of March.
I should probably of been happy that my parents went to see Great Hall Library instead of the priests when they saw the note. If I had tried the priests I probably of been a trial for an exorcism and killed brutally. Instead I went to the Great Library and the librarians found books.
I was a pampered child. I suppose my scared parents wanted the best for me knowing that I only had 17 years and a month until Death claimed me.
When it was the year of my 17th birthday -1579 and I had been the only girl to go through an education of sorts. It was a party-I guess saying Only One More Month! and there were many people. I knew probably one out of 16 of those people and they were all well dressed. I was wearing a deep purple dress that was covered in black lace. The look of the dress was haunting but I suppose it was necessary.
The party was grand. There was music playing by one of the grandest orchestras around. The room with its purple drapes and marble floors and balconies and people and...love. I never expected it happen in the first place. We were enemies. He was tall and blonde with the greenest of green eyes. I on the other hand was tall-to tall for a lady and I had dark brown hair and my eyes were a shocking purplish color.
I was standing on a balcony getting a breath of fresh air when he came. And when he kissed me I melted. And when we were caught we moved to the roof. And when I nearly toppled off he held me as we stared into the stars. And When his friends started calling for him he kissed my nose quickly and climbed off the roof and slipped and fell to the ground with all odd angles and shapes. That was the first and last time I had been kissed by a mortal.
When I had 29 days left of my life I went on a boat and tried steering it and nearly killed everyone. I almost ran into the captain-who was standing on the dock and I crashed into the dock. As the Captain had yelled at me, his face suddenly turned purple and he died. The next day I was climbing trees and fell. The next day the forest was gone.
When I had 3 weeks left I decided to take a walk through town and as I walked people stared. I ignored them, but felt their stares bore holes into the back of my head. When I took another walk through town those few people were being hung for treason. As I had a I suddenly knew what I had to do. I had realized two days ago that all who hurt me die. So I left notes and tried to smooth things out between me and my loved ones.
you never know what you have until its gone forever.