Him Um... I was 28. I think I was always waiting for it to happen. Maybe even the way it did... But now nothing seems to be the way it should be. I'm not supposed to be here. With her. I'm not supposed to even be alive... But, jeez, what can I say?I was 28. Her Eh.. I was made. It happened so long ago. I don't care, though. I've had to fight for myself all my life. I don't even know if I'm considered to be dead or not... But everything's balanced out. I just had to take care of a few things and sever some last-minute ties... But, heck, what can I say? I was made.
Rated teen for implied themes and deeper concepts. There is nothing graphic explicitly applied.
1. Chapter One
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I was 28
I was 15 when fear struck me cold.
Wisps of freesia colored my dreams. Eyes of longing filled my head. Desperation tinted my tongue. I felt dead inside.
I was 17 when money left me down in the gutter.
Blood pulsed through my veins. Shouts of tyranny rang clear throughout. My head pounded from the inside out. I was sure my destiny had been wronged.
I was 20 when love tore me apart.
Hours of tears dried me up. Too many nights had me wishing you away. Nights of desperation clawed at me for all the wrong reasons. I ditched you for good, too late.
I was 23 when anger sang to me.
Razors cut me to slices. Pencils disappeared into eye sockets. Shots drove away my thoughts. I was living the wrong life.
I was 26 when betrayal threw me for a curve.
Red eyes haunted me always. Yellowed teeth crashed with my own too often. Crushes scampered away too early. I cried out that year.
I was 28 when she turned me.
I was burning.
I was dying.
… I was still alive.
I stayed alive.
Frozen in a state of wonder. Never again to be caught in broad daylight. Blood turned to venom. My heart stood still.
She caught me one day.
Out fishing for crackers. Red eyes that stayed with me. Crouching somberly away from my dripping of anticipation. Pieces of me stayed awake that night.
I was 28 forever.
Kisses stole my nights. Lips trailed my thoughts. Hands gripped my shoulders. I let her teeth graze hungrily.
My life was never judged in her eyes. My age never mattered to her. But still… I was 28.