If I could live forever, I'm not quite sure what I would do with myself. I'm not sure if I could read the same stories over and over again, if I could watch the same movies. Would I age gracefully and understand the new generation, and then the next, and the next. Would I completely understand the world as it aged around me? To answer you're question, if I could live forever I would, but I'd want to spend forever with the person I
"Bella?" I jumped at my computer screen, my fingers hitting the keys in a random pattern. Letters that made absolutely no sense appearing at the end of my blog entry. I quickly erased it and posted to the site. Standing I ran my hand through my long brown hair and hurried down the steps of my fathers house. I still wasn't used to the creepy quite of it all.
My dad had long since passed away, the victim of a gunshot wound a year ago. No one could have predicted that, Forks was a quite town. It was small and usually peaceful. With his death I became an independent young women, and owner of my own home. I didn't want it, I missed him indefinitely but here I was on my own, writing blogs on a computer and answering questions anonymously.
"Mike why are you so loud at five in the morning?" I gave a slight smile. Mike Newton had moved in shortly after my father passing away. He did most of the handy work and took care of the house.
He merely laughed and pushed a plate of food my way. I took my time poking at the food and slowly eating it. "Are you going to leave the house today?"
"Why should I?" I hardly left the house. Maybe it was the sadness of missing my dad. I dropped out of high school and hid myself away in the memories of my father.
"It might be good for you."
"I'm fine." I growled and pushed the plate away, jumping up from the table abruptly. I could see the hurt on his face, the worry in his eyes, but I still walked away and left him there on his own.
If I had to live forever, I would rather do so with my father.
As of now, I had no reason to live.