When people say " It's hopeless." Do they know what they're talking about? Is all hope truly lost? For them, no.
For me, yes.
I've lived a horrible life due to everything that's happened to me. Ever since I was born, Horrible things occurred. Take my birthday. September eleventh two-thousand one. The moment I was born, the first plane crashed into the Twin Towers.
It wasn't until much later that I knew what was going on.
And before that I was killed.
At the age of three, my house caught fire. And my parents fled. Leaving me helpless. I remember fire. And excruciating pain. The horrible feeling as the smoke entered my lungs. Making useless attempts to scream for help. I kept screaming until I couldn't breathe. If you've ever been burned, think about that pain. Think hard and feel the pain again. Make it worse. Then hold your breath. That's about how I felt. But you can't recreate fear. You will never create fear. People can think about the thing that scares them and gets chills, but it isn't true fear.
No. True fear is when you know you're about to die.
When you know that your life is ending and you can't do anything to stop it.
But the difference between you and I, is that I had redemption.
I could survive. I would be able to walk among the living.
And I would be immortal.
But at a cost. I had to kill to feed my immortality. Living souls would fuel my abilities. I could be any age I chose. But once again, I would have to kill for this to work.
Was I cruel enough to kill for my own well-being?
Yes. I was.