Hello. I am Michael. I am sixteen and have been for the last two years. How, you ask? Because I am an Immortal.
It was the 28th November 2008. I looked through the window of the restaurant I worked at, noting the contrast of the sky. From the East, it looked like a postcard sky, a luxurious cobalt blue with fluffy white clouds, however, from the West it was a completely different scene. Dark grey sky with coal black clouds enrolling on the horizon. I heard my bosses favourite band, Paramore, blast through the speakers, stating it was time to change the sign from closed to open.
That day was the second day of my job. About twenty minutes into it, I had already had my first catastrophe. A family of eight had finished their meals and I had gone to pick up their plates. After finally loading them into my arms, I started heading towards the kitchen when a little boy, about the age of three, chucked a pencil on the floor, which caused me to slip over, smashing multiple plates.
Five minutes into changing into a clean uniform, it started to rain. I usually embrace the rain, finding it the most beautiful weather with such a harmonious rhythm. However something seemed a little...off. Believing it was just the fact a storm was coming, I went back to work. About ten minutes later, the door swung open and in came the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Now, I wasn't one for liking the emo type of girl, but she had a beauty so breathtaking. Her hair was the typical emo stereotype. Blonde top layer continuing down into what I thought was black extensions. Her face was a pasty white, with heavily lined eyes and lips masked in foundation. She left me awestruck. Looking back at it now, the song that was on the stereo, The Only Exception, was quite an ironic coincidence...
*Girls point of view*
I walked into the restaurant. One of my work colleagues had recommended it at work today, and it sounded quite nice. The moment I walk in there, I see him. Michael Edwards. I want to turn around, go out the door and never come back again. However, I don't want to cause any suspicion, so I go and sit down. It had been half a century since I had last seen him. I take a swig of my elixir, the only thing that's keeping me healthy nowadays, and place it on the table beside me. I was hoping the last time, in Paris-1963, would be the last time I would ever see him again. Apparently fate has different plans for me...
*Michaels point of view*
I went home that night and thought of that mysterious girl. I had never felt such compassion for a girl as I did her. As if by luck, I saw her run past my window. On impulse, I got my bike and followed her. She moved with such unbelievable speed, it was hard to keep up with her. I stayed a reasonable distance away from her, until finally she stopped running and went into her house. Now that I knew where she lived, I turned around and went home.
The next morning, I woke up early to go to the shop. Whilst riding my bike, my thoughts kept trailing back to her. I sighed. My God, she was beautiful! And she was so mysterious. I went to the milk aisle and got my favourite semi-skimmed and got the eggs. I went to the checkout and there she was, in all her glorious beauty, behind the tills.
*Her point of view*
It had been three weeks since Michael confronted me and told me about his feelings for me. It seems through every re-incarnation of his, I always fall at the last hurdle and end up dating him. So here we both are, lying on his bed, side-by-side, our hands inter-twined. I had been debating for the past week whether to tell him about my secret or not, and now seemed the perfect time. Gathering all of my courage, I say "Mikey, baby, there's something I need to tell you." Thats got his full attention. He turns the TV off, faces me and says "Nikita, what is it, darling?"
I then swallow all of my fears and reply "I haven't been perfectly honest with you. You see.. well.. I'm not a normal human being. I'm immortal. I've been living for over seven hundred years. You always seem to come back and find me in every re-incarnation." Knowing it's his seventeenth birthday in two weeks, I hurry, saying "In every past life, you've never made it to your seventeenth birthday. I'm sorry." My voice crack on the last word as tears well up in my eyes.
*Michaels point of view*
It was one week until my birthday. One week to change everything. I broke into Nikita's house on Monday, knowing she wouldn't be home 'til late. I searched for her stash of red elixir, which she always drinks, knowing that was my last hope. After five minutes of searching, I found multiple flasks of elixir in the fridge. I take one out, take off the shiny silver cap and slosh the red liquid around inside. I take my last breath before taking a drink. I felt the blood stop rushing through my veins, my heart taking its last beat, as I become an Immortal.
I rushed home in my car, taking the elixir with me. Already, I felt different. I felt powerful; triumphant and powerful. I decided to go and pick Nikita up from the shop when her shift finished. Surprise was masked on her face as she steps into my car. Halfway from her house, I decided to tell her what I did.
"WHAT?!" She exclaimed. "You shouldn't have do-" She never got to finish her sentence. A drink driver smashed into my car, killing Nikita. When an Immortal dies, they die forever...
So here I am, two years on. Alone, with the memory of the horrific accident burned into my mind. The accident was my fault, it was karma, for me being so selfish and granting myself eternal life to save me from dying that week. Leaving me alone for the rest of eternity...
