Old but still Young

15 years forward.

It's the anniversary of my death and I'm finally, finally 16 again. I didn't get adopted and I'm happy with that because I have parents and no one can ever replace them. I'm taking the bus back to the orphanage without a best friend because just like with my parents I already have one and no one can replace Hale. I sometimes go and do odd jobs for my parents just to be around them. They're still hurting and it hurts me too but at least I'm with them. At first I was so scared they would recognise me and freak out but I don't look like myself at all and I'm so glad. I Acctually like the way I look now. I used to have brown, thin, lifeless hair, and plain brown eyes. Now I have long, thick, flowy ebony hair and green eyes. As I start walking. from the bus stop I see a man running frantically towards me then I hear the police siren.He has a gun. I move out of the way as he shoots but a bullet hits me in my stomach. I collapse onto the pavement, and the police stop the chase to attend to me.

I'm rushed to hospital but it's too late. I'm dead. Again. The wind comes back to take me away and this time I let it. I have nothing else to lose anyway. The nauseous feeling returns and I know that it's starting all over again. There is no escaping this curse.

The vortex becomes less harsh and turns soft. The nauseous fealing leaves and instead of seeing darkness I finally see a light ahead of me. The only light I have seen in ages. I drift towards it letting the softness envolop me in a warm hug. I had escaped my curse by giving in to it.