Rebirth
I could feel the sickness slowly creeping up on me. I knew it would be a matter of days, before I died. And as the day got closer and closer, I felt compelled to tell Dark my secret (which he already known because "Saphire" had told him). He knew I was going to, but didn't say much of anything. No surprise there.
Four days before my "due" date I talked to my scientist, which told me I had 3 days and 4 nights of being alive, and then I would pass away.
The first thing I thought of was becoming a vamp. Just ask either Saphire or Dark to give me the blood, and turn into one. I think this was the stupidest of all the ideas, because I hated killing people, and to be a vamp that was one of the major things.
The second thing I thought of was to tell people I was going to die, and have them wait at my deathbed, for me to wither away. This one I particularly didn't like because it was too emotional, and again I was friend with vamps and I didn't want them taking advantage of the situation, and shove a bloody wrist into my mouth.
So I decided to go with number three. Die alone.
I wrote a letter explaining my death, gave it to Ed and Pakita, and then left to my forest.
My forest, which I had hated before, was once again my haven. Even when Roti had thrown me there, on the dirt, I had loved it. Weird how you could loath something but really love it.
I sat down next to an oak, and passed the days reading two books. Number 1, the bible, for if I was going to meet God then I better know all about him. Second was my journal. I went through every entry, and smiled at the good stuff and cried over the bad stuff.
On the last day, I had muscle spasms. Every once in awhile my hands would shake, and then I would break down into incontrollable convulsions. These usually only lasted a few minutes but soon they got longer and longer, until I had not more than 6 seconds to rest in between.
Finally I lay down, and died.
It was the weirdest feeling being in heaven. It was a place where you always felt happy. Unfortunately there was no God to greet me, but a lot of really nice people talked to me about how I died, and so on. I had no worries.
I spent my day cruising around, with some nice guys I had met, which were in a car accident. Drunk driving, they said.
I was having a blast. It was like the total opposite of hell. Finally I didn't have to suffer. I could live here forever and ever and.
Then I was wished back.
By Saphire.
I forced myself to smile, when I saw her face. Ok so I loved her but.I had loved heaven as well. And this place was so gloomy, compared to up there. She ran over and gave me a hug, blood tears running down her face, and onto my white dress. Screw heaven! This was my place. With my friends, and boyfriend, and Manhattan.
Nothing could beat that. Saphire and I walked around for awhile, talking all about my death, and who was most affected. It seemed Vixie cried the most, Dark went temporarily insane, and Ed and Pakita were the most in shock, both blaming themselves for not reading the letter and saving my life.
I was just happy to be back. We finally went to my house, and Saphire commanded me to get into bed, and looks sick. Just as I got in I heard the door slam, and saw Vixie bound into my room, happiness shining in ever feature.
She told me she missed me, and loved me, and I shall never die alone again, as long as she was alive. And I believed her. We talked and talked, before she went home. Saphire went to bed, and I stayed at home, playing my game cube.
I saw Dark the next night. I had been waiting to see him because I had missed him, dearly, even when in heaven.
We talked, and then kissed, and then he left.
Anyway that's how I'll end this chapter. It's not long but hopefully it gave you an insight on how I died, so that you can change the way you do (hopefully).
I could feel the sickness slowly creeping up on me. I knew it would be a matter of days, before I died. And as the day got closer and closer, I felt compelled to tell Dark my secret (which he already known because "Saphire" had told him). He knew I was going to, but didn't say much of anything. No surprise there.
Four days before my "due" date I talked to my scientist, which told me I had 3 days and 4 nights of being alive, and then I would pass away.
The first thing I thought of was becoming a vamp. Just ask either Saphire or Dark to give me the blood, and turn into one. I think this was the stupidest of all the ideas, because I hated killing people, and to be a vamp that was one of the major things.
The second thing I thought of was to tell people I was going to die, and have them wait at my deathbed, for me to wither away. This one I particularly didn't like because it was too emotional, and again I was friend with vamps and I didn't want them taking advantage of the situation, and shove a bloody wrist into my mouth.
So I decided to go with number three. Die alone.
I wrote a letter explaining my death, gave it to Ed and Pakita, and then left to my forest.
My forest, which I had hated before, was once again my haven. Even when Roti had thrown me there, on the dirt, I had loved it. Weird how you could loath something but really love it.
I sat down next to an oak, and passed the days reading two books. Number 1, the bible, for if I was going to meet God then I better know all about him. Second was my journal. I went through every entry, and smiled at the good stuff and cried over the bad stuff.
On the last day, I had muscle spasms. Every once in awhile my hands would shake, and then I would break down into incontrollable convulsions. These usually only lasted a few minutes but soon they got longer and longer, until I had not more than 6 seconds to rest in between.
Finally I lay down, and died.
It was the weirdest feeling being in heaven. It was a place where you always felt happy. Unfortunately there was no God to greet me, but a lot of really nice people talked to me about how I died, and so on. I had no worries.
I spent my day cruising around, with some nice guys I had met, which were in a car accident. Drunk driving, they said.
I was having a blast. It was like the total opposite of hell. Finally I didn't have to suffer. I could live here forever and ever and.
Then I was wished back.
By Saphire.
I forced myself to smile, when I saw her face. Ok so I loved her but.I had loved heaven as well. And this place was so gloomy, compared to up there. She ran over and gave me a hug, blood tears running down her face, and onto my white dress. Screw heaven! This was my place. With my friends, and boyfriend, and Manhattan.
Nothing could beat that. Saphire and I walked around for awhile, talking all about my death, and who was most affected. It seemed Vixie cried the most, Dark went temporarily insane, and Ed and Pakita were the most in shock, both blaming themselves for not reading the letter and saving my life.
I was just happy to be back. We finally went to my house, and Saphire commanded me to get into bed, and looks sick. Just as I got in I heard the door slam, and saw Vixie bound into my room, happiness shining in ever feature.
She told me she missed me, and loved me, and I shall never die alone again, as long as she was alive. And I believed her. We talked and talked, before she went home. Saphire went to bed, and I stayed at home, playing my game cube.
I saw Dark the next night. I had been waiting to see him because I had missed him, dearly, even when in heaven.
We talked, and then kissed, and then he left.
Anyway that's how I'll end this chapter. It's not long but hopefully it gave you an insight on how I died, so that you can change the way you do (hopefully).