Til Death Do Us Part
Hello. My name is, well I guess it doesn't really matter, does it? Tale as old as time I suppose. You're probably wondering why I've chosen to so publicly share my story. Don't be fooled. It is not because I am an open book. I don't wear my emotions on the surface, and I don't want to be your friend. I keep secrets, I tell lies and I always have an ulterior motive.
Well now that that's been settled and you're continuing to read on, I will now share my story with you. I was normal I guess. Maybe average is a better word. I had a normal job, normal standards, and a normal fiance. I continued on, for a time, until my fiance and I got married. Promised, til Death do us part, to love and cherish each other. Well, I kept that promise, however, when the time came, I found it so incredibly unfair that I died first. So, channeling my rage along with some information I'd obtained prior to death, I . . . let's say . . reversed . . . the order in which me and my significant other died.
Now, I know what you're thinking, but this was an accident. I didn't think I'd actually be able to do anything. It just . . . happened. I woke up, days after being dead, feeling refreshed, rejuvenated, alive. I was quite dismayed when my dear husband died only a few hours later that same day. After that, I lived out the remaining life my husband had had, and when my time came, I died again. Then I'd recapture my rage, refocus and would accidently take the life of other family, friends, and even a few coworkers. But before I started stealing strangers lives, I'd figured out how to take before dying again. It made the process much more simple. Guess I really took that whole "living on borrowed time" ideal to heart.
Anyways, I'm sure you've figured out that, by this point in time, I was no longer stealing life on accident. To be truthful, I'm not sure when it switched from being an accident to being on purpose. The thing that really gets people is that after a few decades, I started to enjoy stealing lifelines. I enjoyed the rush of switching death dates. I enjoyed knowing I can never die. I relish taking what isn't mine, of having complete control. But what I enjoy the most, truly, is that look of terror people get at the end of my story when I let them in on the secret. The ulterior motive I mentioned earlier. Now that I have taken your time, even though it was only a few minutes, I can have the pleasure of letting you know you have mere hours of life left. I don't expect you to believe me immediately, or at all, but when the fatigue sets in, and your limbs begin to feel heavy, and your eyelids can't help but to droop shut, you'll know I wasn't just a crazy person spouting off a story on the internet. Tell me my dear reader, are you feeling tired?
