The Story Of Us ▸▸ Kellic

❥One Year

hello?? has it been a year since I publised this?? is anybody reading this anymore?? YES HELLO IT IS THE ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THIS BOOK AND THAT IS SO FREAKING UNBELIEVABLE LIKE WOW I NEVER KNEW TIME WOULD FLY BY SO FAST. Since this hit 10k votes around its anniversary I decided I was going to do something special for it.

I feel like for people who completed this book a long time ago it will be more sentimental, but if you just finished it that works as well!! NO this is NOT an epilogue, it's something a lil bit...different...

I'm not revealing what it is, you'll have to read to find out (wow so evil). Also I apologize if I screwed up any info in this because it has seriously been a year since I've even opened this book so I don't remember much. Enjoy!!

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My hands scribbled the words onto the paper carelessly and messily. A year of continual writing was starting to catch up with me, and in a bad way at that. With a sigh, I pushed some of my hair out my eyes and shifted my legs so they wouldn't fall asleep. My wrist ached from my movements. It had to have been five or six hours since I began writing again. Taking a break crossed my mind, but I decided soon after to continue perservering.

"One... More... Sentence," I breathed to myself, scribbling faster than ever before. A sigh of joyfulness and relief escaped my lips as I placed the final period, then put my pen down on the table. Quietly, I took a sip from the glass of wine I had set out previously. A little bit of alcohol always kept me on my toes with my work.

Next to me sat my notebook, which I opened and gazed into thoughtfully. All I could think about was, why? Why must I continue to do everything I do? Looking at the list of names, I crossed the most recent off and decided to start on the next lady's tomorrow. I was too tired to write anymore tonight.

Finishing my glass of wine, I took it outside to the water pump, filling it with water before rinsing it out with some soap. After that, I went back inside my tiny house, or at least that's what I'd call it. It wasn't much, but it was something and that was good enough for me.

The sun had set and I knew it was well past ten, so I decided it was best if I went ahead and got a good night's rest. Tomorrow was the beginning of a new chapter, literally, and every day was a book that needed to be completed. Going back to my table, I neatly stacked my works into a pile before closing the notebook and placing my finished story inside of some bindings I had stitched myself. In the back of my head, I kept reminding myself I needed to get that one out by Saturday, December 12th and earlier than 5 p.m.

After laying in bed for a good hour, I decided that I wasn't as sleepy as I thought I might have been. A nagging voice was ringing in the back of my. Why me? Why was I blessed with such an awful curse? I loved and hated the power I obtained; it was my destiny, but it was also my downfall. Who wouldn't love knowing what the future held for certain people all around the world? Who wouldn't love being able to travel to new places to deliver someones fate to them? I don't think anybody would dislike it until they had done it so much.

A memory in the back of my head formed, suddenly. That boy I had worked especially hard on, what was his name? ...Kellin; Kellin Quinn. The crazy thing was we actually met. It was ironic writing about myself in his story; that had never happened before. It was surprising, almost. Nothing was necessarily a surprise for me, though. And after all the work and all the effort I put into that book, what did he do in the end? He let his boyfriend burn it! I could practically hear the sound of my led snapping over and over again while writing that part. I wanted to say I was wrong; nobody else had ever burned the book. Some people lost it, others threw it away, but no one ever burned it except him. The memory wasn't a good one, that was for certain.

I decided instead of sleeping to go visit my friends. Walking outside, I made my way through the thickets before entering a familiar clearing I had grown accustomed to over the years. The soft, pastel blue couch was as dirty as ever, and the weeds grew taller around it every day. I considered myself lucky to continue to call it mine after my run-ins with the police. After being taken into custody, though, I decided maybe it wasn't best for me to try and break into classrooms at night and steal supplies.

With dreary eyes, I laid down on the couch and stared up into the sky. My friends twinkled lively above me as the Earth continued to spin and spin. I wonder when the world will end; when my journey will end.

The material of the couch felt extremely comfortable against my back, which ached from continually leaning over my table. I wanted to sleep, but I wouldn't allow myself to sleep out here either. This field was still dangerous territory at night, with predators roaming behind stacks of weeds day and night.

Briefly, I let myself doze off before returning to reality and remembering where exactly I was. Pulling myself from the messy lounger, I brushed the dirt off of my back before hurrying back inside of my somewhat home. My hard mattress laid on the floor as cold as an ice cube. I should seriously consider dragging that couch into the house to sleep on instead.

Dragging a couple of fingers through my tangled black hair, I fell onto the mattress and looked up at the cracking ceiling of the abandoned cottage I had claimed as my own as I let out a sigh.

"My name is Willow Fayhee... and I have been blessed and cursed with the ability to see the future of most humans, yet I still don't understand why..." I whispered to myself like I did every single night before my eyelids fluttered shut.