I'm Not Expired

Chapter 2 - This Was No Accident

       When Jonas brought me back to the Society years ago, he promised me a week and if It didn't go well I was to fled the country and live in Europe. I thought I would have been in Europe by now but I guess my plans altered.

       The week went great and then after a bit Jonas asked me on a date for Valentine's Day. Of course I agreed?! I hadn't chosen yet who I was going to date but that night made it clear. He was him again. My old Jonas, the one I've grown to love. And I told him that if he didn't change I chose him. That's how it happened.

     Erik on the other hand was livid. I told him that he loved Molly. He didn't disagree but it still hurt you know? I said that he may have loved me but he was looking for the bits and pieces that reminded him of Molly. I was his second choice because he could never have his first. I will be no ones second choice I told him. For the first time I saw him cry. My heart it ached for him.. But I made the right choice, he had to know that.

       A year passed and everything was normal again.. Well minus the murder attempts to kill me. We ran the society out. They are all gone. And we formed a new government. We kept all the names of course but no more expiration date. No more fearing death. Beside good ol' death and me became best buddies.

    Erik found a new girl but was still a bit mad about my choice. That's fine I was happy. Everything was right.

     For the first time in years I wasn't expired.
I am not expired.
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Authors note -
Sorry for such a short chapter but I'm adding more under this to explain.. Think of it as an add on to the chapter. Cheerio then😉😂

Continuation of chapter 2

      It wasn't there being no marks anymore that made me unexpired. It was true I never expired. They date they had was wrong yes. To some I look expired but to me? I wasn't and to Jonas too. I never received an expiration date because at birth, when they looked into my eyes, they saw nothing so they put a random date.. Which was to die young of course. They couldn't figure me out and that bothered them. My parents didn't really die of natural causes. They killed them so that I would grow up in an orphanage and somehow be killed or something. They were wrong. They feared me and a chance of rebellion, all at my hands. I guess you could say the fear was a good feeling because I gave them hell. No one deserves to be told when they will die. And that's how it ended. How ironic is it that I am married to the ex-head of the society but now head of the U.S? Funny isn't it? How life can do horrible things but turn them into beautiful moments.

At least I know I am not expired.