Some Things Never Change: A Book Dedicated to Absolutely Nothing At All

Death's Game

I never said this before to anyone, or did I ever intend to. I only wanted it kept locked away. We aren't really friends. I never really wanted anything to do with anyone. I only wanted to keep my existence small, confined, and low-profile and pass through like a gust of wind. I never meant for you to get this close to me. No that you're here, you might as well listen to the whole story from the beginning. Where it all started.

I'm not supposed to be alive today. I was supposed to have been smothered by my insane uncle as a baby. Instead, I was rescued and I managed my first escape from death. His plan changed for me. I was next supposed to die at age 2 when I got Christmas lights wrapped around my neck. I almost did, but still managed to be resuscitated. Next, He planned for me to die at age 5 when a truck swung off the road, smashing into the gas station at which I was stopped. I was injured, and even put into a body cast, but not dead. Age 8, I was supposed to be murdered, but by some miracle, he only told me his deepest fears and secrets, then turned the gun on himself. Death has had a way of following me, wherever I go. At age 11, I was supposed to be trapped under a pool cover, doomed to suffocate and drown. I tore a large hole from a smaller one already poked into the damn thing. Air had never tasted so nice, so clear as that moment. I then knew Death's game, and knew what to do next. I started doing crazy shit, anything life-threatening, to show my affinity for death-defiance. No doubt, I was doomed, because Death sent a bus full of terrorists to my school, turning the students and staff into hamburger, and the building to dust. I'd stayed home with sickness, and learned of the crazy bullet I'd dodged. It wasn't until age 17 that Death started to change His plans. He took my poor Aunt Margie and her little Schnauzer in a train wreck. Then, every one of the crazy attacks on my life's ceased. I've had no more freak accidents, and no more of Death and His shitty games. I was free.....

Now, you're probably going to wonder, "Why did he stop?" Because I defied him beyond comprehension, and he was a bit too confident about getting control of my soul, and he just couldn't ever finish the game. I'd always throw a wrench in the works. And that's why I'm not supposed to be able to do any of this stuff. I was destined to die long ago..

*Note: what makes all of us human? Our mortality, of course. The fact that we are all destined to inevitably die is part of why we need to enjoy life while it's here.