I don’t know who I am any more. One moment I was at peace, and the other I am thrown into a living hell. My very existence has been altered at the hands of someone that is trying to be a god, but by doing so, he is the very demon of my life. If I am to live in such an altered and twisted universe, surely, they would be kind enough to let me try to be who I used to be. A normal fifteen-year-old girl with a kind family, a quaint amount of friends, and an amazing boyfriend. But my demon won’t have me being normal, because I am not. No one is normal, but there is this relative meaning that comes along with simply being born, and in that relative meaning, you are to be born once, and to die once. I have been born twice, and I will die twice. Death is supposed to be the end, and if you alter with that, only bad can come.
I still love the people that moved on after my death. It may have taken some of them longer than others, but humans are supposed to be able to adapt after fifteen years of losing a loved one. But for me it seems that it has maybe been three days. It is almost tortuous to think that your whole life kept moving on without you there for it to rotate around. I like to think that I am only human and that everything will be okay. But the fact of the matter is; I am not human. Humans die without being ripped from death. And as far as everything being okay; I have to live the rest of my life not being sure if I will die the next instant or not. I am always on the verge of death, because I am not supposed to have lived in the first place.
No, I am not human.
I am death’s exception.
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Hey, my people!
I am pretty darn excited about this story! It is my project for NaNoWriMo (which you NEED to check out! Google it and do it with E and I!)
Much thanks to TheCagedBird for introducing me to NaNoWriMo, and for being my lovely mentor for the month! (Go follow her guys. You won't regret it.)
So, yeah. This book is probably one of the darkest of my works, so if you are a person who does not enjoy skeptical, and dark views on the world, read with discretion! That being said, these are not my views on life. I am a very happy person. But, I am writing from someone who is not me. So please do not think that I am capturing my thoughts on a page.
I AM WRITING FICTION.
I hope you guys enjoy this, and stick with me for the month of November!
(Also, if you are on NaNoWriMo, hook me up! My username is thezealousone.)
~Mattie Mae
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Death's Exception
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