Hello!
Here is my first official attempt at fanfiction. I have always been greatly interested in all of the fictions that have had the characters that we have come to know as supernatural beings actually all being human so that's where I thought that I would go with this work of fiction. Give it a read and please do review and let me know what you think.
On another note, I don't currently have a beta for this fic and would love to have one, if anyone is interested or can point me in the direction of a good one I would love it!
So onto the formal stuff: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.
Thank you!
"With my last breath, I'll exhale my love for you. I hope it's a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me." ― Jarod Kintz
Prologue
It hurt to breathe. My face felt like it was one large bruise; I couldn't breathe out of my nose although it had mercifully stopped bleeding. My lips were cracked and swollen and it felt like I had to force each breath of air into lungs that didn't want to take it in any longer. Even if I had wanted to open both my eyes it would have been impossible, one was swollen shut and the other was well on its way to joining it.
I leaned my head back against the damn stone wall and for a moment felt like crying again. I pulled what little reserve I had left together and refused myself the luxury. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how he had broken me.
God, I wanted to die!
But dying is easy.
All I would have to do is take a breath and then let it go, allow the darkness that has been begging for my release to wrap me in comforting arms. There is peace on the other side of death. A promise of rest, all I would have to do is let go of all the things that were making me want to fight for each breath that rattled in unwilling lungs.
Death promised no more suffering, no more pain or fear or anxiety. No more looking over my shoulder, no more fighting to remain true to myself. No more papers to grade or stalkers hidden around street corners. No more deadlines or sick days.
Death meant the end of terror and torture.
Death also meant letting go, it meant knowing that I would never again be wrapped in the arms of the man who loved me with all of his heart. No more long walks on sandy beaches, Labor day barbeques and fourth of July fireworks. No more chocolate cake or tubs of Ben and Jerry's while watching the latest soppy chick flick with my best friend. Death meant that I would leave behind everyone that loves me, my loving father and frivolous mother, my friends, the man who had my whole heart and make them live through the knowledge that my passing was not easy and that in the end I chose the easy way out.
Accepting death means that while I would gain peace, an eternal reprieve but I would also miss out on so many of the good things in life. Weddings, birthdays, births, friends, family, love…
Dying is easy what they don't tell you is that choosing to endure, to suffer, to live, to hope that there is something beyond torture and entrapment where there is a chance that you can have your life back is a choice that is almost too painful to make.