I've always been dead. My fractured skull and incapable recovery said so, in and out of consciousness, in and out of contemporary sight. I was in favor of being 'special' the day I was born. The day I was deemed as something stronger than earths core, all of this because I was alive. Due to the side effects of my brain injury, I'm officially unable to leave the borders of my room. Filled to the brim with books and baby pictures that consist of my survival arc. The windows arch with the wind and I glance to the dark and lifted grass that sways with it. Today was my seventeenth birthday.All Rights Reserved