This isn't another one of those sob stories you hear about when your mom sends you a screenshot of an article she found on the New York Times website.
It's also not one of those clichés you read about the desirable boy and the perfect girl who fall in love and live happily ever after.
Well, I guess half of that is true, because it's kind of a sob story and it's also just a little bit cliché.
I'm Morgan DeAngelis, a freak with a terminal lung disease and a seventeen year lifespan. I never said I was perfect.
Sure, being told you have one year to live is hard. It's what you decide to do in that year that's even harder.
Some people travel the world, some people blow all their cash do whatever the hell they want, some people mope about it the whole time, and some people probably end it early, and take their lives before their time is up.
As sad as it may seem, that's what I wanted to do, but I didn't, and I can say that my life changed drastically, for the better... I think...
Anyway, here's my story, read it if you want, or don't. I really don't care. But, fair warning, if you do decide to dalve into the rollercoaster of emotions I call a story, you should know that it's a very long journey.
To be precise, a journey that lasts a lifetime.
They lied to me. My own family. My so-called friends. All of them hiding the truth, that we're tied to the criminal underworld, a forte where my family, the Storms, are the undisputed kings.
Then everything falls apart. My dad gets framed. My cousin ends up dead. And the boy I've had a childhood crush on-Nathaniel-turns out to be the one who could destroy me. At least Luke, the one person I shouldn't want, fights to keep me from breaking... but even he has secrets.
But it's gets even worse, because now an organization is rising from the shadows, an organization that opposes everything my family stands for. And in a family of warmongers and sociopaths, I stood out as a glaring weakness. The most normal, the most vulnerable, and the most efficient way to end a dynasty that has ruled for centuries. Because what is a throne without an heir, and a crown without its king.
So here I am, stuck in a game of blood and betrayal where the only way to survive is to stop being the fragile girl they thought I was. If I have to burn bridges, spill blood, and embrace the monster inside me, then so be it.
Because this time, I'm not running from my darkness. I'm becoming it.