How I Was Born to Die

Once upon a time, I had a life. And I don't mean a social one, nope, never had one of those. It's more like one of those breathing lives, where the blood is running through your veins and you can feel pain and stuff.

I used to love someone. I used to feel. I remember the wind on my cheeks and the sun on my skin. . .but that's all they are now.

Memories. In fact, I'm just a ghost of who I once was. Very literally.

My name is Anya Banks, and this is how I died. It wasn't dark and raining on a typical Tuesday night like in most stories, but it wasn't all peaches and rainbows either. And I'm not goiing to say it was peaceful, because death is anything but. Full of agony and pain as your soul is ripped away from its core, what it once thought was its true home. The twisting of your heart and lungs as they become lifeless. The burning of being human, gone in ten seconds flat.

It may seem strange to you, but we were all born ready for this. We're all born to die.

You don't know me. You don't care, but I was important once, I was magical and deadly, but all things must come to an end. My end is now. Hear my final testament. I am Anya Banks. Annie to some, Razor Eyes or Deathstare to others. Or just that girl. . .

Hear my final words. . .

Start the first chapter. . .