An Optimist

Thinking about it only made it worse. Thinking about it made me want to scream. To tear my own heart out . . . if I had one left. I doubted I did, killing was all I ever did, no regrets. But I never thought I'd kill her. Not HER. The only one who ever looked at me as a person, even though she knew better. I betrayed her . . .

I remember when she first saw me. I was running away. . . I ran into her and she fell, when she got up she apologized as if it was her fault. She smiled and looked at me, I didn't smile back. I never smiled like that, it would have been disgraceful at the time. I growled at her and kept running. When I realized she was following me I yelled, "What the hell are you doing?" I asked. She looked up at me and smiled, always smiling, why? She said she wanted to know why I was running. I had nothing to tell her. Curious people annoy me. "Tell me why you're running so I might help you!" she begged. "Someone is trying to kill me okay? Now go away there's no way you can 'help' me!"

Before I knew what was happening she had grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a small house, "Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" I screamed. She put her hand over my mouth, "If you do that they'll know where you are, silly!"

Silly?

Soon after there where footsteps outside, after they left she took her hand off my mouth, I should have killed her for touching me. "See? Now you don't have to get tired running!" she smiled again. "Why are you always smiling?" I asked, frustrated that I hadn't killed her. "Because it's better than being sad all the time... that's not good. If your happy you live longer!" that comment actually made me laugh out loud. She looked at me quizzically. I closed my eyes and thought of a way to explain "You see, there is a cruel irony in what you just said. I've been miserable my entire life, and I'm 400 years old." I opened my eyes and expected to see her either confused or hysterical. She was neither; she still had that stupid smile on her face. "I'M NOT HUMAN! I'M OLDER THAN YOUR ANCESTORS! DOES THIS NOT SCARE YOU AT ALL?" I screamed. She looked straight into my eyes and said no. She honestly didn't care. "Try it. Try to scare me away." She said. 'I don't need to scare you if you're dead' I thought. I decided to scare her; I didn't feel like killing that day anyway. I decided to change, I turned myself into her and stared back at her. She blinked several times before looking again, "Wow, do I really look like that, I should comb my hair more often..." I fell back in amazement 'can she really be so nice? What is wrong with her?'

The whole panglossian outlook on life makes me sick to this day, but it seemed to be perfect for her. I couldn't imagine her any other way actually...

"What is your name?"

"...Envy."

End chapter one! Hopefully (as in if your lucky) I will write more. But I need you to review! How will I know what to fix if no one will point it out

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