We were the damned.
It was just the five of us, Chris, Ricky, Ryan, Balz, Ghost, and Brandon and I, all cramped in an RV roaming the country, defiant until the end in our black jeans and band t-shirts underneath our tattoos and make up. Except, the only difference between us was that I'd dyed my hair the colour of blood instead of black and I wasn't nearly as tough as them. Anyone could make my heart melt, easily.
I pondered the thought as I tipped my head back to take a sip of my soda. The cool liquid burned my throat, and I coughed. All it took was practice. Keep a straight face. Obscure your emotions. Don't fall in love. Sounded easy enough. If only I could...
A sudden alert popped up on my screen. I finished my soda and set the empty can down, glancing at my laptop.
1 email.
My brow furrowed. I clicked on the link and waited for it to load. For some reason, the Internet had been glitching out lately. Which was weird, considering everything that'd been going on recently, in terms of the world and technology.
Come home.
I arced a brow. It wasn't that I didn't know who had sent it; I knew exactly who had sent it.
It was the scorching fire in my throat that got me. Tears blurred my vision, threatening to slip down my ghostly pale skin and drip onto my faded Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt. I couldn't help but reread the message.
For a long moment, I didn't move. I couldn't breathe; it felt like someone had punched me in the gut with a fist of iron. Once I'd regained control, I sighed and deleted the message, turning off my computer.
How could I?
We were immortal.