For starters, it wasn't my idea, or choice. I did it because I had to. Actually, the only vampire I thought existed was Dracula, but I convinced myself that I had been reading too much Creepy-Pasta per night.
I never would've wanted to become a vampire, but when I've been threaten by an evil who threatened to destroy whatever I have most dear, including my PS3. I never wanted to be the 'Edward Cullen' of 'Twilight,' even if I did fantasize about it. I, like many kids my age, like Creepy-Pasta. I just want to leave you with two questions. One, if your family were endangered by what-ever the case, would you put your life on the line, for them. And, after reading this, would you want to become a vampire. I know immortality sounds great, but it really-oh, I'm getting ahead of myself aren't I!
I wanted to call this autobiography, 'My Epic Adventure,' but the publishers decided to call it 'Shattered.' But I guess that sounds poetic. And I like poetic things.
