Part ONE: How it started
I’ve always known how I was going to die, my mom ever since I could comprehend words always told me to stay away from boys. She taught me how to fight, discourage their advances, to outsmart them, how to shut them up, and much more. Once she tried dressing me in baggy, but still girlish clothes and I was still attracting boys. Like bears to honey, even though bears don’t technically eat honey, I think. I’m not even attractive so why is this happening?
I remember when my mom told me the story of her discovering my death. She was twenty-three, straight out of college, her and some friends decided to go see a fortune teller. Unaware she was pregnant; the teller mentions during the reading that her child in her would die of heartbreak. My mother at first confused, races towards the nearest pharmacy, buys several pregnancy tests, goes to the closest bathroom stall, and comes out with them all saying she’s positive.
The fortune teller (referred to my mom as the "gypsie") being true to her word was asked when I was to die, of course it was only logical on my mothers part. I mean, who wouldn't want to know when your child's life will end. Well the answer is before my nineteenth birthday. Which isn't very specific now that I think about it. . . .
And this is where my story begins. . . . . . . . .
