How I Was Born to Die

How I Was Born to Die

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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. . .
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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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