Elixir

Prologue

Part 1,

Most people think that being immortal would be amazing, and would do anything to be so. Little do they know it’s not as great as it seems. I am Violet Acacia, and this is my story of what happens when people will go to extreme lengths to get what they want.

Prologue

“I don’t want to die.” I whispered. ‘This is it, my life means nothing and now it’s going to end.” I thought as my heard rate slowed, and I could feel my body completely shutting down. It wasn’t painful, but my mind was racing a million miles an hour trying to force my immobile body to a sitting position, but I couldn’t feel my arms or my legs, and I couldn’t hear my heart on the machine.  “NO!” I wanted to shout, but I could see black spots in my vision and I could feel someone weeping beside me. ‘This is it, I didn’t live my life long enough before and now it’s going to end.’ I thought, as my vision blackened, and I was losing my hearing, almost as if I was falling asleep.

People say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. I saw my little sister, swinging on a swing set with me pushing her, and I watch, as if I was looking on as a stranger, Katie fall of the swing set and start crying, holding her knee as the other me, the past me, rushed over.

Next I saw my grandmother’s funeral like I was watching through a television screen, my other self crying and holding Katie as my mom hugged the two of us looking onto the coffin, but my dad stood a couple of feet away, standing to himself as if he didn’t belong.

Images kept flashing into my vision, little snippets of my life that were gone forever. But then I saw something that was different, because I wasn’t actually there when it happened, It wasn’t my memory.

It was like I was a ghost and couldn’t even see my own body. I was just floating in the air as I saw my father, sneak out of my parent’s room and silently close the door behind him. He passed through the kitchen and I read the stove that said, 2:15 in blue letters. I watched as he got his keys and went out the door and into his car. I just had time to wonder where he was going, when my vision blurred and he had arrived at a nice two-story house. I saw him take the keys out of the ignition, get out of the car and walk in a hurry to the front door, ringing the doorbell.

A woman answered, she had dark brunet hair, with bright, dazzling blue eyes and perfect skin that could have been on a commercial, with full, lipstick red lips and perfectly sculpted eyebrows, the woman was only in a very revealing robe, and I could see my father’s eyes raking through every part of it. “We don’t have much time; my wife will wake up at around 8 and realize I’m gone.” My father said, his face was all serious and composed. But the woman looked as elegant as ever, and just said, “We’ll be done by then.” And giving him seductive smile, kissed him right on the mouth.

“NOOO!!!” Every ounce of my existence shook with fury at seeing my father betray us with another woman. Doubts shot through my mind, clouding every gathering, every Thanksgiving, every Christmas we ever had as a family, and wonder, with acute curiosity and hatred, if he just went and had another life that no one else new. But there was one thing that I noticed before my vision blurred again, a couple of cars behind my fathers, a woman was looking at them through binoculars, looking shocked and angry, the face that you have when you know that you have been betrayed. The woman was my mother.