Everything I thought about my life had changed. It had been a lie, all of it. My parents, my friends, everything that ever mattered. Everything that I thought I'd become in the future, was over, all over. My life, no matter how many centuries I lived, would never be the same. Why now? Why find out life changing news when my life was just where I wanted it to be? What was the point of the last 18 years anyway? Making friends, knowing my 'family', all for it to mean nothing now, just a fuzzy memory to try to recall an eternity from now. All my life I've been working hard to be successful and well-liked, to be doomed to a life of solitude, to see all my loved ones die from afar, while I stay frozen in time, forever 18. A life where I would live to see the end of forever, but what would it matter if I'm destined to be alone? Why would someone choose this for their child? To be an outcast, to be Immortal? I could just crawl up in a corner somewhere and die. Ha. If only that were an option.
Um okay so I don't really know where to go with this, but it came to me so I had to write it
It's my first time writing anything like this, so you can be as harsh as you want with your reviewing. I know it's short, but like I said it just came to me, think of it as a sampling of the beginning of a story. Please review, or comment, just tell me what you think. Thank you!
