In my 15 years of life, no one told me that keeping a secret would be such an arduous task. All you have to do is conceal information about what you've either seen or heard. Should be easy right? Wrong. Try keeping it from the people you love, or the person you tell eveything to. The catch is: the secret is about you.
I know what you're thinking. Why not tell that person whom you put your trust in? If it was that easy, I wouldn't be complaining about the difficulty of keeping a secret now. But I can't tell her because I know how she's going to react. First, she's going to ignore me for who knows how long, pissed at the fact that I hid something from her. But that's not why I'm afraid to tell her. I know that one she starts talking to me again, she'll never treat me the same. Then our conversations become less frequent; she wouldn't be able to look me in the eye when we speak. Then conversations would stop completely and I would lose my best friend.
The next thing you're probably thinking: how would I know? Because I had a friend in second grade, and I told her the same secret. And she did the same exact thing, but in a different order.
The reason I have kept this secret for so long is because if I were to tell someone, and if it were to spread, then I would be taken away. I'm surprised they didn't do it when they diagnosed me with it. See, what I have is "dangerous" though it's not contagious. The doctors told me that I would out live my family once I turn 16. And along with that comes a special ability. They call it:
Immortality.
