My family and I were traveling across the Atlantic ocean to the new world. I would of never thought on that night would I face the end to my new beginning.
I could feel the weight of the water crushing my lungs. I couldn't breath, couldn't swim to the top. What would be the point? I was lost at sea. Dying and no one would know until it was way to late. I was gone forever.
I should have been dead but I wasn't. I didn't know how long it was since I was last conscious but when I awoke again I was lying on a dock hunch over my stomach gasping for air. I was fished out of the ocean by two fisherman who were on a midnight outing. They talked among them self's. They said I shouldn't be alive, it wasn't human to survive in the ocean in the middle of winter. But I wasn't human, not anymore.
My throat was burning and I couldn't stop thinking how thirsty I was. I tried ignoring the desire but I couldn't. Interrupting the man's conversation I apologized for what I was about to do. I watched as their eyes widen in fear they tried running but it was no use. I could sense their heart beats.
In the end I was covered in red and I was ashamed of myself. I was no longer human. I was a monster in human form.
On January 17th 1776 was the day I was murdered and the day I started a new life. And on that day I promise myself I would get revenge on the man who murdered me. Even if it takes the rest of my existence.