I suddenly wake up from the nightmare. I rub the haziness out of my eyes and grab the bottle of whiskey sitting next to my bed. I take a big swig and stand up. My room is dusty and as rundown as you get. It's 1881, I am 16, a drunk and couldn't stay away from trouble if my life depended on it, which it does, and I am also wasting away in some rundown room a saloon owner lets me stay in. I grab my clothes and change quickly then put my pistols in my holsters. I open the door slowly and begin walking downstairs towards the chaos the wild west has to offer. The saloon was packed, it was filled with older men who have nothing better to do rather than drink and waitresses who had no self respect and would flirt just for a little extra money. I walk down the stairs and sit at one of the bars, although I am 16 and probably shouldn't have a drinking problem, I do. What can I say? I have daddy issues. Destiny is my worst enemy, and its guiding me down a dark path. For a girl who cant die, I get in a lot of bad situations.
I used to be normal.
I was a 17 year old girl, with one more year left of high school.
And everything used to be fine.
But then they showed up.
That's when my life got turned upside down.
I started to lose my memory.
But I also started to remember too.
Loves of my past lives resurface as do my powers.
And my Father shows up after 14 years, asking me to do unthinkable things.
It's a risky life of mine now as I fight to keep a hold of my humanity,
And as I fight to keep my life.
But who will I choose when it comes down to the wire?
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"What are you Braythwell boys doing to me?"