The Curse of Loving You

Chapter 1

I dreaded this day for as long as I can remember. It's my 18th birthday and tomorrow I receive a curse that will change the way I live forever. Some people get lucky and receive curses like simple allergies, and some don't get so lucky and receive curses that can drive you absolutely mad, like my father. I'm not going to go into too much detail about my father's curse. My father was strong and he was my protector from all things evil... except the evil hidden inside. My father tried so hard to suppress his curse within him for years, and since his death, I have become anxious about my future. I have a 50/50 chance of receiving a curse that will either save me from the fate my father had, or receive a curse that doesn't intervene into my normal life. My mother received a curse of never gaining weight, and some may think that doesn't sound so bad. You see, when my mother received her curse, she was finally recovering through an eating disorder and was 100lbs, and by the time she turned 18, the weight became permanent. She wasn't able to gain any more weight, and she became depressed again for years until she met my father. My mom thinks of my dad as this guardian angel that came at the right time, my dad disagreed with that statement because inside, he felt like the total opposite.

After 3 years of my parents dating, they got married and tried for years to get pregnant. My parents eventually found a surrogate and her name is Christina Edwards. She carried me for 9 months and eventually had her own child a year later. His name is Blake. Even though our parents grew close, Blake and I never were. It's easy to say that Blake was my total opposite.

You see, Blake is the golden boy. Handsome, tanned skin, and has chocolate wavy brown hair that went down to his ears. He also has piercing brown eyes that could get you out of any trouble and a charming smile to match. You would be kidding yourself if you said you never had a crush on him. Even though we were never close, I did end up liking him at some point when I was younger, but obviously too immature and shy to do anything about it. Thankfully, I never did. I think I can easily say that Blake never had a crush on me, and I wouldn't blame him. I was awkward looking, and you know what, I still am awkward looking. But, it's alright, Blake isn't the guy I'm looking for, at least for right now.

Today is the day. I grudgingly open my eyes and I slowly step out of bed. I head to my dresser and stare at my reflection. I lift up my right sleeve and I see permanently inked words on my wrist. I see the word "curse" etched out into my skin and I take a deep breath. I pull the rest of my sleeve up and I see the curse.

"Every person that romantically falls in love with you will die sooner than fated to be."

I stare at those inked words and my heart just drops. I look up from my wrist and I see my mom standing by my bedroom door with a tray of food. She walks over to me and puts down the tray on the dresser. She begins to fumble with her hands and I grab her hands and I give her a reassuring smile.

"It's going to be okay. My curse isn't too bad." I say as confidently as possible and I let her lift my sleeve up.
"Oh Bea." My mom's eyes begin to water and pull me in for a hug.
"It's alright Mom. I'm fine. Really." I lie, again.
"No, it's not. You deserve to be loved. This isn't fair!"
My mom continues to sob into my arms, and I remind her that it's going to be okay.
"Hey, mom! It will be alright! We're going to the lake today with the Edwards family today. And everything will be all good. I promise. And, it's my birthday, so you can't cry. Only I can." I chuckle and my mom steps back and wipes her tears.
"Okay. It's your birthday. And you're right. It's your party, you can cry if you want to. I guess I should finish gathering some things before we leave. Hey, are you alright riding with Blake to the lake house, me and Christina want to discuss some things."
"Yeah of course." I replied back and closed the door once she left.

I look at the picture of my family hung up on my wall and I smile at the memory of simpler times. My eyes then shift to the picture on my dresser of me and Blake when we were in middle school. I pick up the photo and I look at my wrist. I knew deep down that this curse was the worst thing to ever happen to me. Maybe because the one person I wanted to love, will probably be the death of him. And I don't think I could possibly handle losing him ever.