Beautifully Immortal

Beautifully Immortal

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Black Veil Brides
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Ever since I was a baby I was born with this funny looking sign on my arm. My mother never told me what it was. She doesn't want me to find out. Many people have broken into our homes but i don't know why. We keep moving, houses to houses, city to city, state to state. Pretty soon were going to be able to say, "I lived in all 50 states." I was out with an old friend of mine once. I was drinking coffee, until the sign came up in my coffee. I have seen things others weren't able to see. I grew older and got more curious. I was always bullied at school because people thought I was a freak. Every time I want to collapse a disaster always happens. I'm not normal like everyone else. My mother still won't tell me. What is this sign. Why are people after us? I'm only 17, my name is (y/n). My mom is named Karen. We live together, just us. What's wrong with me? Why can't I just be a normal teenage girl...
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I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened. She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him. We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it. Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were. The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.

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