My life as it is know

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This was the time in my life where I thought that it was ok to be who I am, but known all I see is a monster that kills people to survive. My life has been over and I can’t change what happened. I didn’t choose this life, I was forced into it. I died 300 years ago and I want to end it but there is no way to kill us, well there is but I need a hunter they are the only once that will make that happened. The hunter’s have this type of poisoning that kills us and if only I can get my hands on that I can end this life I so don’t want. I hear my name being called from down stairs but I do not answer I make sure my bedroom was locked and all windows too. They never dare come into my room they know what will happen if they do. The beauty of being who I am is the power of strange and speed but that only goes so far. I hear my name being called again, why do I put up with these humans and pretend to be some orphan that needs to be adopted to have the love that I never had. Well that’s what my adopted family thinks and everyone else in this sentry. I been doing this ever scenes I was changed that horrible night stays in my mind every night in my dreams, I hope I never see that man ever again. As I lay here on my bed and close my eyes into my dreams, that memory comes to me.

It was the year of 1920’s; I was walking down the street with my family we came from church. We smile and talk among are self’s. I was the middle child out of 6 of us the age of 17; I was the one where my parents would be proud to marry me off to a good worker. It was my beauty that was amazing that had my parents in trouble trying to find the right one before my 18th birthday. I had my mother’s long wavy light brown hair with a touch of natural blonde highlights in my hair, my eyes are form my tall, muscle father, those hazel, purple eyes that my mother fell in love with. My body was like any normal girl in this time period small but full in the right places that my future husband would be happy with. I felt someone pull my hair from behind me and see my older brother trying to hold in a smile. I could play back I had to be a lady as we walk home but it was ok because when I get home he knows we would have are fun as any siblings do. My family is very close, we don’t fight, and we help each other as much as we can. My little sister starts to cry and thrash in my mother arms, I see her little hands opening and closing reaching to me. I smile and take her out of my mother arms and cradle her into my arms. She slowly starts to fall asleep with her head on my nick and hands wrapped around a strand of my hair.

We finally make it to our beautiful two store house, with the porch wrapped around the house with some furniture spread out all around. The white shining of the moon and the wind blowing into the open windows; the smell of the flowers swallowing us into its smell as we go up the stairs from the side of them. But before we can go inside there was a man standing there with his back towards us. My father pushes us behind him and asks who the man is and when the man turns around my father forms a smile on his face. My mother walks next to him and bows low and then starts talking to him. My father intro duce of from oldest to youngest, but for me my father tells him me last. We then man looks at me my heart stops as I see this very handsome man look at me with intents eyes and looks at me with happens. I curtsy with my sister and when I look up he is still looking at me, and then asks my father if I was the beauty that he was talking about in his letters. This must be one of the sutters that I might marry one day, my father ushers inside and tells me to take the young once to bed and come back down. I do as he says and when I come down my parents are looking at me with happiness. I don’t understand there strange expression but I do not speak but sit next to the mystery man. I do not dare look at him and sit with my back straight and legs crossed at the ankles.