For Today

by Ama Ama or Amaya14

Five rooms, one house, nine kids, and a change. What now? 14 year old Ava finds herself in the middle of a dead situation, with only one choice, †--to live for death.--† I only based it off Book Thief because I believe it seems similar.

1. INTRODUCTION : INTEGRATION

† † † --For Today-- † † †

1. Lets say something was wrong, and you where the only one who knew that.

2. In fact, you where the wrong. Well that's how I had it, ironic isn't it?

3. I'm the good, I'm the bad. It's just a paradox.

4. Doubt my words? There's no use in that, yet, doubt all you wish.

5. Be oblivious. I like that kind of convolution.

INTRODUCTION : INTEGRATION

† † † --Something to intrigue you.-- † † †

Out of the ten of us, I'm all alone.

I, ruefully, find this a cheerful assertion. You might think it is impossible to find yourself alone among others, but I think otherwise. That is no explanation that I could lacerate you with, which is unfortunate to my benefit. But, and I can assure you, you can find yourself alone. Yes, it is true.

† † † --A question.-- † † †

Are you intrigued?

You are waiting, yes, you're waiting to start. No, to end. End is by far, reader. By far it is, because this is the beginning of an end that is by far.

Yes.

That is it.

This is the beginning of a distraction from your life, and a commence of a death.

Death is in words, reader, words. Are you confused? No, you are just oblivious. Death is my book, death is my life. Let me map it out for you.

† † † --A note.-- † † †

Let the words clash.

You are bored with this, I can see. When's the start? This is.

Me, Ava.

Change.

Distraction.

Angel. No, my Angel.

I realize, I found myself earlier than I surmised. I had found myself when I was quite young, when greed was mostly at hand. The sky was staring without a cloud to block it's view, the wind was speechless. The trees listened. The ground smelt of it.

Seemingly, this is stupid. Or is this amusing? It all depends on you. You, you, you. Reader, I think I am pressuring you. Then again, that depends on you.

It was there, I had greed on my hands, and my clothes. I tightened my grip on silver. I could feel it. I could taste it. The whole world knew that I had found myself. I found myself alone with silver in my hand, red in the other.

I wish I could tell you I collapsed along with my greed, but I didn't, only my greed fell. Did it ever return until later, where I would be brought down by a speechless heart. Did I spoil the end? No. You might. Although, there is a way to forestall that. Don't let my convulsions scare you.

† † † --A requirement.-- † † †

Don't understand.

And now, come. I will show you my words. I will show you my fate. I will show you me.