December 12th.
The year is 2035.
Snow, the element of sorrow.
Meridian, once it was a barren wasteland full of hatred and fury. What had once had been plagued with sorrow is now a flourished civilization full of life.
However, this life I once lived is gone. I've committed suicide over twenty-five years ago. But, yet, I'm still here. Why? I thought for sure that I could get rid of my cursed destiny as the Keeper.
Why? Why of all people must I be the one for this curse to be place upon. I wish could just forget about those people. The Guardians, who expect me to take leadership, yet hide everything from me. Susan, the one so-called mother of mine. That one bitch that controlled my life full of deception and lies. Matt, that stalking bastard, who'd, cheats and rapes on the ones he truly cared about. All of them I just wanted to escape from.
I had no other choice, but to take my own life. To me, I was desperate enough to find various ways to escape reality….
Yet here I am, in the year 2035, wandering around in the modern day Meridian, still in the flesh. I remember seeing a pool of blood at the time of my death and numerous media reporting the situation on that cold night. That blood stained snowy night.
"Emergency reports that a 16 year old girl has cut and stab herself…."
"A high school student has committed suicide. Police are investigating on what caused this student to do this to herself."
"Police reports that she had PCP in her system, as well as alcohol. They also found a knife in her hand, which she used to take her own life. They don't know how she got possession of the substances."
Many of those that knew me well have shown grief, yet they still don't understand what I've been through. Corruption took over my mind and turned my life into a living hell. Yet no one cared….
As I walk through the snow, I felt my changed body. No longer is my hair bright red. It's now the color of blood. My eyes no longer shone a cheerful chocolate brown; more like now a depressing dark yellow. My Guardian outfit is now in shreds, exposing my cold lifeless body and the deep scars I inflicted upon myself. The knife that I used to kill myself is still fresh of blood. My skin is now pale due to the fact that I've been dead since 2009.
But yet, why do I feel like I'm still alive? Was I doomed to walk on the land of Meridian for eternity?
Well, one is for certain. Those people are finally away from me, for good. I can finally walk by myself in seclusion. I now walk in this cold snowfall. I can now suffer my cursed desitny all by myself...