My name is Rachel

Attempt number forty seven: Fail.

Attempt number forty eight: fail

Attempt number forty nine: fail

Attempt number fifty: fail.

Attempt number fifty one: Fail.

Why couldn't I die? I hadn't eaten food or drank water in over a month, yet I was still alive. There was no way to kill myself or be murdered, I've tried everything. Every time I bring a knife to my skin, it shatters. Every time I fire a gun against my head, it breaks. Every time I "fall" off of my roof, I get up again. The sun burns, but not enough to kill me.

I must be stuck in purgatory!

I walked down the alleyways of the bad side of town, hoping that someone would try to mug me and in the process kill me. However, each time someone would get close enough to try, I would tear into them and drink their blood.

It was as if this monster would come out without warning and attack. I could never control it.

I'm trying to accept that I can't die, but ever since the monster killed my family, death is all I've wished for. Death; a thing that seems so far away.

Every night, I go to the lake and try to drown, but because I don't need to breathe, I guess I can't drown, now can I?

Attempt number seventy one: fail

Attempt number seventy two: fail

Attempt number seventy three: fail.

"Are you alright?" someone asked. I turned around from my place on a rock to see a boy about my age standing behind me.

"Yeah." I said. Who would be down here at night?

"You and I aren't too different, you know." he said as he sat on the rock next to me.

"You're not wooing me into free sex." I said as I got up and began to walk away, but within a moment, he was in front of me. "What the hell?"

"See what I mean?" he asked. "You and I…we're both damned for eternity." I was silent. "It's alright, I'm a vampire too."

"I'm not following." I said.

"Come with me." he led me back to the rocks and we sat back down. "You're a vampire. That's why we're both the same. The only difference is that you want to die, and I don't."

"Congratulations." I said. "And how do we die?" He laughed.

"I'll show you…but after I show you something else first." he said as he stood and walked over to the road. "After I show you, do you still want to die?"

"Yes." I said and he nodded. I followed him to the middle of the street next to a van.

"You didn't kill your family." he said as he opened the door. My mother climbed out, followed by my father and my younger brother.

"Rachel?" my mother asked as she ran towards me, engulfing me in her arms. "What happened to you?"

"I'm so sorry, mom!" I cried as I looked up at her. Suddenly, I was torn away. I looked over at the boy and realized that something was wrong.

"You didn't kill your family." the figure behind me said as he raised a wooden stake up to my chest. "We did." Suddenly, the boy dove for my brother and tore open his neck. My parents tried to stop him, but he was too strong. Finally, he finished and looked up at me.

"See?" the boy asked. "You and I…we aren't too different after all."

"No! I'm not a monster like you!" I said as I pulled away from the figure behind me, throwing the boy into the side of the van. The monster inside of me came out again, and I tore my teeth into his neck.

"Damn-it!" he cursed, but the figure behind me threw me to the ground. I wiped his blood from my face. "Give me the stake." he demanded, and the figure handed it to him.

"Chris," the figure began, "are you sure you want to?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way." he said as he dove for me, stabbing me in the chest. I looked up at them for the last few moments of my life.

"Nice job, Chris." the figure said.

"Thank you, James." the boy said, and everything went black.

Attempt number seventy four: murder.

My name is Rachel, and I was murdered by my own selfish wishes.

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Wooh! Yeah. So anyway…that was sad. Thanks for reading!!