Reborn From The Moon [ON HOLD]

Reborn From The Moon [ON HOLD]

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April 4th, 1968. This was a very significant day of my life, or should I say death? That’s right April 4th 1968 was the day I died. The day I died, was the day the great Martin Luther King Jr. was shot and killed. It was 8 o’clock, 2 hours after MLK was shot and killed and about 30 minutes after he was pronounced dead. All of a sudden, I heard glass braking behind me. There was a lot of shouting and breaking of things. People were on the street fighting, shouting, breaking into stores, it was complete and utter chaos. I had absolutely no Idea what was going on, why these things were happening. Then I heard a shot come from about 2 feet over. I panicked, dropped my bags and ran. I ran until I could see the cover of the forest. I thought that if I got lost in the forest, my pursuer wouldn’t be able to find me, and I could live. But somewhere in the bottom of my stomach I knew was going to die. That I needed to. That feeling terrified me enough for me to stop running for a split second as soon as I got to the edge of the forest. That feeling, that split second, caused me my life. The moment I stopped, I felt a terrible pain tear through my back and stomach. I had been shot. I was able to drag myself into the forest long enough to get away from my pursuer, who wasn’t chasing me anymore, but I didn’t know. I had dragged myself to a clearing in the forest before I couldn’t go on anymore. I was lying in a spot where a single moon beam was reflecting on the ground.I looked up and saw a million stars in the clear night sky. The moon was bright and shining and at that moment, a comet flew across the sky. I remember my last words were: “What a beautiful way to die.” Little did I know that my life was just starting. Because I had a purpose, one I couldnt fulfill until I had died. A purpose to be a hero.
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"One body: A death, a suicide, and now a murder. Lunacy is settling over, leaving its fingerprints on them, while breathing down their necks. The warm kiss of air is mistaken for nothing but a midnight breeze, and finger prints not much more than dirt. "Are you worthy enough, huh? Do you think I'm such a fool? You'll die there. Ashton Kahn. Mark my words. You are going to die and your family is going to live a dead life. You know what grief is? Of course, why would YOU know? You haven't been miserable for once in your life, have you? You have always been the super-star, haven't you? Of course you'll die. You deserve nothing but a deadly, rotten grave. You are such a chick, aren't you? Huh. I hate you Ashton Kahn. You are so mean. You think wealth is the world. You think beauty is the world. Don't you find having the best muscles, having the best grades, having the perfect eyes, having the perfect clothes, shoes-" Her words were so powerful, her expression meaner. She meant it. And how right she was. There I was, living a beautiful life. Of course I had no idea what misery is. I'd never been miserable for a second. Hah. She was giving me a lesson. The feeling was so intense, her words ruling my brain, empowering my veins. I was so useless. Have I ever cried? Have I ever thought why people say Life is just a Lie? Did I ever care why was the guy behind the coffee shop shutters crying? Did I ever gave it a second thought what did that guy felt when I called him Bozo? Or what was going on with that girl I heard of whose parents died a day ago? Of course, what was I capable of feeling? And there I had always thought I was the perfect me. The boy who could do anything. The boy who ruled. The boy who lived. Life is just a Lie. And for the first time in ever, I felt it to be so, so real. The reality of this was ever-awakening, it's power would have killed a soul. Life is just a Lie.

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