Live Like We're Dying

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Live Like We’re Dying

We learn to hold the chains to life little by little. We never know how to break them completely. Sometimes in the rush of everything we forget how to live. We forget what it feels like to be alive. But when you have been living for so long you forget what life is altogether. You take granted for what you have been given. As sad and simple as that sounds there is so much more to it. We have 80400 seconds in a day to turn the our whole lives around. Whether we take it or not it is our choice. If it were up to me to redo my whole life I wouldn’t take it. On the counting that I not part of the living. 10 thousand ago from this day May 17th. I was human before the change that would last an eternity. I have learned along the way we can not save the world. Even if we tried it isn’t possible because that is the way the world works.

The way the world was created was the way it meant to be run. We can always play with the games, the lives but in the end it serves no purpose. All we can do is hope for the better in everything we are given. It may or may not last. For the most part we learn that on our own. So close your eyes and let your self drift into my world. I will let you see the world through my own eyes. Not necessary anything cunning but certainly a sight to see.

Name: Memory Anima Yerington

Age: 19

Height: 5’5

Weight: 115 lb

Eye color: Violet

Hair color: Black

Who is she?

“How can you once again let her slip right out of your hands!” shouted, a angry man. His hair was partly gray on the sides of his head. The bags under his eyes indicated he hasn’t slept in days. The weary smell of coffee coming out of his mouth. His eyes reflected the intense fire burning inside of them. “It took us 5 years to finally track her down and you lost her again! Once again I can not say I am pleased with your work!!! You are disappoint to me and this firm! Who in the rights mind gave you the degree to be a Private Eye Detective? . . . . Anyways before you open your mouth to defend your self let me say. Get out of my face. I don’t want to see you in this office ever again! You are fired!”

The young man bustled out of the office quickly as he could. He was going to looking for a new job soon enough. This was the 5th job this month he lost because of that woman! Oh that cruel woman who saved his life every time he got him self into something else. The reason he could not turn her in was because he owed her his life. Yet he didn’t worry so much about finding a new job some how he always came across a new one whenever he lost it. It was luck or someone helping him. To him he didn’t care as long he had enough money to pay the rent on time and get enough food to feed him self.

“I really did it this time. I almost got caught.” whispered, the young male. Looking up at the sky. “I wonder where you are now.”

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Ugh! I thought to my self. I was saving another stupid moron because he was to foolish to see the damn freaking truck driving towards him! But at the same time I wasn’t completely complaining. Something about him attracted me to him. It was his bitterly sweet scent to drove me mad sometimes. I wanted to be near him yet I was afraid to hurt him! Get a hold of your self Memory, I scolded my self. I starred down at his resting form before jumping off the edge of the building. I landed swiftly on the ground. I stood up straightening out my clothing as I finished. I glanced one more time over at time before stepping off into the dark alley way. This is going to be a mess if I don’t find him anther job. He lost it once again because he protected me. Which I might add he did not have to do I was pretty capable of handling things on my own. I pulled out my ipod from my pocket glancing at the time flashing across the screen.

I sighed softly to my self before pulling my headphones into my ears. I hit the play button closing my eyes as I walked down the alley way. The noises flooded my senses like the blood that gave me sensation through out my body. The voice of “Lights Over Paris” hit my ears.

“Turn off the lights

I know the little things you like

And I can show you how to go all night

Turn off the Lights

Ba-Ba-Baby you know you're my type

So stay with me and hit the switch tonight

Turn off the lights (Whoa)

Turn off the lights (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)”

My lips curved into a smirk as I listened to the song. I knew tonight was going to bring a new rain. The blood rain. I know its been be a while since I have fed so its time I did. I stumbled across a little boy who was walking with his mother. My eyes immediately picked the little scars resting against his pale skin tone. My eyes darted back to his mother who has a disgruntled looked upon her face. Interesting I thought. I turned my gaze away before I snapped that lady’s head off for hurting that poor innocent child.

Confused? My name is Memory Anima Yerington. My age. My image. My world. Completely opposite of yours. Who am I really? To tell you the brutal truth I have yet to see my self. My race unknown to the human kind. For all I know I could be a alien. Na I am just messing with your mind. I am over 10 thousand years old. I look like I am 18 years old though. I guess when you have eternal life you don’t flash it much because you look the same age as when you were turned. As for my world well obvious I live in the Untied States of America. Although to be frank I am not quite so fond of it. Rather dull and boring. I have traveled so often that I have seen the wonders of the world.

When I came here I was like what the fuck is this shit. No offense to any American patriot. I just have seen better in my days. As for who I am? You will have to see for your self. But the question remains are you sure you want to get to know the cold blooded killer?

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“Memory.” mumbled, my partner who laying in bed with me. “Get up and answer the door.”

I grumbled and turned the other away completely ignoring his comment. I pulled the covers over my head blocking the sunlight from my face. I wanted sleep I could be less concerned who at my door waiting for me. I felt the pressure from the right side of me being lifted off the bed. I grinned to my self as I heard the door being yanked open. I heard someone asking for me. His was thick, rich and rather sexy. It wasn’t dull it was full of life of emotion. I flung the covers off my body sitting up in my bed.

“Memory, Mr. Kale is here to see you.” I glanced up, Joe who was shaking his head in disapproval. I looked up at him and shooed him off with my hand. He didn’t own me I just slept with him for blood u got my fed I am content. He knew about me being a vampire and he openly accepted it.“Put some clothing on.”

I looked up at him my eyes set to a glare. He starred back at me timid and almost scared. I stood up throwing my robe over my body and walked to greet Mr. Kale. This was going to be intriguing.

Mr. Kale . . Oh where oh where and how did you find me?

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