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A new Story :)

We were only children at the time. Damon and I; I had just turned seven that day. It all started with the taste of blood that filled my mouth as I was struck ruthlessly and mercilessly, my bruised and beaten body, and the bloody lifeless body of my best friend Damon. It was all my fault as I cried over and over again. At least that's what I think. But his last words were "Don't blame yourself."

And he went silently with a smile that never reached his dark green eyes, as I lost consciousness. It was ten years ago today. It was the anniversary of Damon's death. I had nightmares of the brown-haired, green eyed boy almost every night. I cried my self to sleep sometimes. It was just too painful, unbearable to remember.

I wanted to forget, but I never could. Damon was my only best friend ever and he was killed in cold blood. Right in front of my eyes, as he was stabbed to death by his parents. I was called a monster, cursed the day I was born. He died for me, protecting me. I could never forget that memory, because I was reminded of it for the last ten years.

My grey eyes that turned red with my rage, my deathly black hair, my clawed fingernails, and my brutal strength was what I stood out for. I was shunned, outcasted for it. Bullied, feared, hated, and beaten. It hurt to not be normal like everyone else. My family abandoned me, beat me, tried to get rid of me, tried to kill me. But I survived.

If only I hadn't, I would've been able to join Damon. To be free of the suffering and cruelty that awaited me each and every day of my life. I wanted so badly to die, to disappear, to fade away with my fears. I tried to stay strong, to live on for him. But it was just useless, my efforts fruitless. Every day, I called upon "Death."

I chased him as much as I could, but he just wouldn't give in to my pleas. I begged, tried to get his attention. I wanted him to take me away, but he was just too far ahead of my reach. I only wandered if he was against me. I couldn't stand it. But if only I knew, Death would come for me soon as I turned seventeen.

I didn't expect that I'd be staring him right in the eyes. Facing off with him, ready for judgement. Having my demise accepted.

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