IMMORTAL

CHAPTER 1: A CURSE OR A BLESSING.

Esme'POV:

People say they'd give the world to live forever. They'd practice all the voodoo rubbish they can to have the power of life. Well, that's a lie. That's a stupid assumption of the mortal mind. Death is everything. Having the opportunity to one day leave this earth in hopes of a better one is a dream come true, but I guess I'll never experience it.

I've walked down this lonely path far too many times. I've seen death so much it seems like a norm now. Having this thing in me is sickening to some extent.

Sometimes, I feel like clawing my organs out and crushing them one after the other. Other times, I try to just plainly slit my veins. But no matter how much blood leaks and escapes, it's never enough for a complete shutdown. My body just quickly replaces the skin.

Mom thought this was a good thing. I remember me thinking it as well. Living forever, now, I feel she should have just let me die that day. At least we will be together in the second world.

But now, she's gone. I could only grow so much till this thing started to activate. All the young and aging ladies in town thought I was very lucky to maintain my youth. How I wish to enjoy the feeling of aging. To watch my kids grow into better versions of myself. But like I said, just a wish, a conscious dream.

Nothing excites me anymore. I've done it all. From jumping out of a plane, to swimming with the fishes in the deepest of oceans. I've lived for so long that all the new discoveries and inventions no longer seem fascinating. The thought of living to see all would be nice to people that have their lives set on science and discovery. That's what made me get involved with the field of work to begin with.

But, as the human race advances, more problems arise, which makes people think of more and more solutions, and having to live through all that can be a bit tiring.

Walking to my house down the street, I passed Rita. The nice old lady that seats by the garden to watch the sunset and enjoy her surrounding. I remember the day Rita came into this world, over eighty years ago. She looks old and wrinkly, with her white thinning hair. While I don't even look at day over twent-six.

I sighed and stepped into my lonely apartment. I had no one to come home to, no one to call on the weekends, no one to confide in. All I had before are long gone.

Putting the kettle on the stove, I went into the living room to try and drown my loneliness in movies. Everything in my apartment looked old compared to the new generation I was living in.

The problem was never about money. Hell, I had enough money to buy fifteen different mansions in fifty different countries. Accumulating wealth over the years turned from exciting to irritating very quickly.

The television quality was amazing, to be honest. It feels like you're really in the movie when watching. Out of all my appliances, the TV is the only thing I can say is a bit modern.

My life was practically the definition of sad and pathetic. I gave up on love years ago due to the fact everyone grows old and leaves.

Lucky Donkeys.

I can say, the only thing I can get excited about is birth. I guess old habits die hard. Their chubby cheeks and tiny features put a smile on my face any day. It's literally crazy how fast they grow.

I sipped the scalding coffee while listening to the news report.

Famous songwriter, Dancouver Briggs Harribone, died just this morning. Reporters say that it was a peaceful death, but other sources say he was poisoned by his daughters who wanted his wealth for themselves. The whole world seems to be heartbroken by the event.

The whole world except me that is. Briggs wrote amazing songs, yes, but so did Kingsley and Quentin and a whole lot more, but their gone too.

Just take me with you.

In utter fraustration, I switched off the TV and headed up to my room, coffee left by the sink. Sleep was the only thing that could calm me down. It made me feel like I was dead, living in the second world with all my family and friends of the past. Images of how everything would have played out filled my mind as a lone tear escaped my eyes and wet my pillow.