Post by sarah54321 on Dec 16, 2013 2:53:49 GMT
What is eternal life to you? What does it mean to not have any boundaries, to not be able to die?
What is a lifetime? What does it mean to know when, and how you are to die? To stop being?
These two questions appeared to me when I was seventeen. My name? It’s not that important. I’m simply known as that boy that sleeps through all of his classes. The one that doesn’t turn in his homework. I’m the one that won’t live past the age of twenty.
I’m simply the one with silver hair.
Another day. Another class. Another detention. It was all normal to me, but I didn’t really mind. Really, such repetition made me feel warm inside, because I felt that it would stay perfect for me. Even if I didn’t do well in school, it didn’t bother me. I wasn’t meant for anything great, anyway. I’d long since accepted this, and took life for what it was. Who was I to complain, anyway?
It wasn't like I had anything to complain about.
When I was awoken by an alarm, I didn't know I was. I was simply too sleepy, I guess. No one else was in the classroom I was. I decided to get up, push my chair in, and leave the room. I passed by everything, even the courtyard. I didn’t notice until I was on the other side that I had spaced out. Really clumsy of me, actually.
I met some other students. Normal, nice students. I laughed off my surprised sound, scratching my head and waving it off. What was I doing again? It was hard for me to remember. I waved to them before turning and walking back into the courtyard, though this time alert enough to see what was in it.
I decided to walk right back out, obviously.
Slamming the door behind me, I guess I attracted the attention of a brown-haired girl and a blonde-haired boy. It wasn’t the slam, actually, it was probably the very loud scream I let out. How silly of me, right? I quickly told them not to worry, as I was easily surprised. Though, at this time, I was feeling very ill. I excused myself, marching past them and to the bathrooms.
I was busy with the sink, but I did hear those behind me. It make me feel a little embarrassed to have someone worry about me. Enough people did. My mother, my father, and even my doctors and my counselor. I wish they didn’t, as it wasn’t any use to worry.
The blonde talked to me. He spoke of trying to fix my sickness. I of course explained that medicine and exercise didn’t help. He kept saying that it was something else, but I couldn’t think of anything else that could possibly help someone like me. The smaller girl, the one with brown hair, then spoke up, offering to take me to the nurse’s office. At first I waved it off, saying that I felt fine, but she insisted. Who was I to ignore?
We simply walked up to the nurse’s office. I plopped myself onto the bed, feeling nausea and a headache coming onto me once more like an annoying cloud of rain. I only vaguely heard the girl and the boy talk, and I noticed the note dropped by the girl. Sliding off of the bed, I picked it up, reading it to myself. At first I thought it was just a joke, as there was nothing like a Vampire, was there? Not that I mind make-believe, it was actually fun, sometimes.
I walked back out, not minding the conversation outside of the nurse’s office, and handed the paper back to her. When I went back into the nurse’s office, back onto the bed, the blonde haired boy followed. He asked if I read the note, and I just gave an answer that was so vague that he probably couldn’t tell. I guess he got the idea that it was a love letter, though it really wasn’t. After walking out, I decided to leave the group be. The blue haired girl, the brown haired girl, and the blonde haired boy, they seemed busy. I didn’t want to bother them.
I didn’t notice that they decided to follow me to the small kitchen area upstairs, so I let out another amusing, startled sound. The brown haired girl seemed fidgety, and the blonde haired boy kept on telling me to choose, do I like her, or not? Was this about the letter? I had only met this girl today, actually. It wasn’t like I could tell. However, despite her best efforts to get us to somewhere private, that boy kept following. I would say that it annoyed me, but it didn’t oddly.
It didn’t bother me until he suddenly latched onto my shoulder with sharp fangs, slicing in twice. I had let out a startled shout as the other two girls quickly moved to stop him. I was too confused to really comprehend anything. I stood and ran off, past the purple haired girl that had made an appearance. I just needed a minute to think, that was all. I wasn’t abandoning anyone.
It took a few minutes inside of the nurse’s office for me to get my thoughts together. I had decided, then, to try to talk reasonably with…them. Honestly, after what just happened, I suppose that I had no idea what any of them were, now. Stepping out, I was immediately talked to by the brunette. She lead me downstairs, to a private classroom. I think it was 1-A, but that doesn’t matter.
What took place actually gave me the two questions.
She explained to me why the other boy was acting so strange, and I didn’t really mind it. She even revealed that she was like him, a vampire, and I myself didn’t mind it at all. All to their own, right? I thought that, and everything was fine with this conversation.
Until she asked for death.
At first I declined, both verbally and physically. Death wasn’t the right way! Not at all, but…When she explained it…Having to live forever, to watch someone live and die, that must be so horrible. I shouldn’t have, but…I did agree to help her. To free her of something like that.
I knew that I would die when I agreed.
A stake, a knife. She gave me those two items. She told me to stab the stake through her heart when she was dead, to end her eternal suffering. I hesitated. Multiple times I couldn’t raise the knife, but…I did. I apologized as I did. Her blood ran everywhere, and it stained me. My hair, my uniform, my conscience. I had ended somebodies life. Wasn’t this illegal? It was wrong, and yet…I felt like I had done the girl a favor.
I managed to pick her bleeding, dead corpse up. I also managed to walk up the stairs, bring her to the nurse’s room, and tuck her in. It wasn’t like it mattered, as she was dead anyway. However, I thought, maybe, she would be conscious of where she was put to rest, at least for a moment.
As I was making my way, slowly, back downstairs, I was passed by a purple-haired girl. I walked after her, and into the library. The silence was thick, but I was so tired, so I didn’t mind. I called out to the girl, but she didn’t reply. I didn’t want to bother her. She probably had a long night, like I had.
Taking a chair across from her own, I sat and slumped. It felt safe and sound here, in the quiet library. I had no idea what time it was, and it didn’t matter. Readjusting myself, I quickly fell asleep right there. It was welcoming…
… … …-
PUNCH!
I woke up with a jolt, staring up at the two from before. The girl with blue hair and the boy with blonde hair. Anger was obvious in their eyes, and I instantly knew why. I only sat there for a few moments, keeping a blank expression, before lowering my head. I couldn’t possibly give them a good explanation, a reason as to why I killed their friend. What reason and what place did I have, after all? I explained the reason to her death, and I explained why I had done it, but, as I had thought, they were still angry.
I didn’t blame them. I was angry as well.
I was scared, for a moment, when they told they I would be changed. I didn’t want to live forever. Such a thing…a curse like that, it was terrifying to think of. I didn’t let out much more input, I was only able to give them a desperate plea with my eyes, before pain was thrown at me. It didn’t take much longer than a few seconds before my corpse had fallen.
I could still feel, though.
I could feel the knife stabs, and the stake entering my chest. It was horrible, but I had deserved it. I wish I could speak, as I would thank them. Why would I be thanking them? I..I wasn’t going to be forced to be a vampire, was all.
I did want to say one last thing, though.
My dead body was not compatible, but I said one last thing as my spirit faded away.
“I’m sorry.”
What is a lifetime? What does it mean to know when, and how you are to die? To stop being?
These two questions appeared to me when I was seventeen. My name? It’s not that important. I’m simply known as that boy that sleeps through all of his classes. The one that doesn’t turn in his homework. I’m the one that won’t live past the age of twenty.
I’m simply the one with silver hair.
Another day. Another class. Another detention. It was all normal to me, but I didn’t really mind. Really, such repetition made me feel warm inside, because I felt that it would stay perfect for me. Even if I didn’t do well in school, it didn’t bother me. I wasn’t meant for anything great, anyway. I’d long since accepted this, and took life for what it was. Who was I to complain, anyway?
It wasn't like I had anything to complain about.
When I was awoken by an alarm, I didn't know I was. I was simply too sleepy, I guess. No one else was in the classroom I was. I decided to get up, push my chair in, and leave the room. I passed by everything, even the courtyard. I didn’t notice until I was on the other side that I had spaced out. Really clumsy of me, actually.
I met some other students. Normal, nice students. I laughed off my surprised sound, scratching my head and waving it off. What was I doing again? It was hard for me to remember. I waved to them before turning and walking back into the courtyard, though this time alert enough to see what was in it.
I decided to walk right back out, obviously.
Slamming the door behind me, I guess I attracted the attention of a brown-haired girl and a blonde-haired boy. It wasn’t the slam, actually, it was probably the very loud scream I let out. How silly of me, right? I quickly told them not to worry, as I was easily surprised. Though, at this time, I was feeling very ill. I excused myself, marching past them and to the bathrooms.
I was busy with the sink, but I did hear those behind me. It make me feel a little embarrassed to have someone worry about me. Enough people did. My mother, my father, and even my doctors and my counselor. I wish they didn’t, as it wasn’t any use to worry.
The blonde talked to me. He spoke of trying to fix my sickness. I of course explained that medicine and exercise didn’t help. He kept saying that it was something else, but I couldn’t think of anything else that could possibly help someone like me. The smaller girl, the one with brown hair, then spoke up, offering to take me to the nurse’s office. At first I waved it off, saying that I felt fine, but she insisted. Who was I to ignore?
We simply walked up to the nurse’s office. I plopped myself onto the bed, feeling nausea and a headache coming onto me once more like an annoying cloud of rain. I only vaguely heard the girl and the boy talk, and I noticed the note dropped by the girl. Sliding off of the bed, I picked it up, reading it to myself. At first I thought it was just a joke, as there was nothing like a Vampire, was there? Not that I mind make-believe, it was actually fun, sometimes.
I walked back out, not minding the conversation outside of the nurse’s office, and handed the paper back to her. When I went back into the nurse’s office, back onto the bed, the blonde haired boy followed. He asked if I read the note, and I just gave an answer that was so vague that he probably couldn’t tell. I guess he got the idea that it was a love letter, though it really wasn’t. After walking out, I decided to leave the group be. The blue haired girl, the brown haired girl, and the blonde haired boy, they seemed busy. I didn’t want to bother them.
I didn’t notice that they decided to follow me to the small kitchen area upstairs, so I let out another amusing, startled sound. The brown haired girl seemed fidgety, and the blonde haired boy kept on telling me to choose, do I like her, or not? Was this about the letter? I had only met this girl today, actually. It wasn’t like I could tell. However, despite her best efforts to get us to somewhere private, that boy kept following. I would say that it annoyed me, but it didn’t oddly.
It didn’t bother me until he suddenly latched onto my shoulder with sharp fangs, slicing in twice. I had let out a startled shout as the other two girls quickly moved to stop him. I was too confused to really comprehend anything. I stood and ran off, past the purple haired girl that had made an appearance. I just needed a minute to think, that was all. I wasn’t abandoning anyone.
It took a few minutes inside of the nurse’s office for me to get my thoughts together. I had decided, then, to try to talk reasonably with…them. Honestly, after what just happened, I suppose that I had no idea what any of them were, now. Stepping out, I was immediately talked to by the brunette. She lead me downstairs, to a private classroom. I think it was 1-A, but that doesn’t matter.
What took place actually gave me the two questions.
She explained to me why the other boy was acting so strange, and I didn’t really mind it. She even revealed that she was like him, a vampire, and I myself didn’t mind it at all. All to their own, right? I thought that, and everything was fine with this conversation.
Until she asked for death.
At first I declined, both verbally and physically. Death wasn’t the right way! Not at all, but…When she explained it…Having to live forever, to watch someone live and die, that must be so horrible. I shouldn’t have, but…I did agree to help her. To free her of something like that.
I knew that I would die when I agreed.
A stake, a knife. She gave me those two items. She told me to stab the stake through her heart when she was dead, to end her eternal suffering. I hesitated. Multiple times I couldn’t raise the knife, but…I did. I apologized as I did. Her blood ran everywhere, and it stained me. My hair, my uniform, my conscience. I had ended somebodies life. Wasn’t this illegal? It was wrong, and yet…I felt like I had done the girl a favor.
I managed to pick her bleeding, dead corpse up. I also managed to walk up the stairs, bring her to the nurse’s room, and tuck her in. It wasn’t like it mattered, as she was dead anyway. However, I thought, maybe, she would be conscious of where she was put to rest, at least for a moment.
As I was making my way, slowly, back downstairs, I was passed by a purple-haired girl. I walked after her, and into the library. The silence was thick, but I was so tired, so I didn’t mind. I called out to the girl, but she didn’t reply. I didn’t want to bother her. She probably had a long night, like I had.
Taking a chair across from her own, I sat and slumped. It felt safe and sound here, in the quiet library. I had no idea what time it was, and it didn’t matter. Readjusting myself, I quickly fell asleep right there. It was welcoming…
… … …-
PUNCH!
I woke up with a jolt, staring up at the two from before. The girl with blue hair and the boy with blonde hair. Anger was obvious in their eyes, and I instantly knew why. I only sat there for a few moments, keeping a blank expression, before lowering my head. I couldn’t possibly give them a good explanation, a reason as to why I killed their friend. What reason and what place did I have, after all? I explained the reason to her death, and I explained why I had done it, but, as I had thought, they were still angry.
I didn’t blame them. I was angry as well.
I was scared, for a moment, when they told they I would be changed. I didn’t want to live forever. Such a thing…a curse like that, it was terrifying to think of. I didn’t let out much more input, I was only able to give them a desperate plea with my eyes, before pain was thrown at me. It didn’t take much longer than a few seconds before my corpse had fallen.
I could still feel, though.
I could feel the knife stabs, and the stake entering my chest. It was horrible, but I had deserved it. I wish I could speak, as I would thank them. Why would I be thanking them? I..I wasn’t going to be forced to be a vampire, was all.
I did want to say one last thing, though.
My dead body was not compatible, but I said one last thing as my spirit faded away.
“I’m sorry.”
