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Bring Me to Life - Evanescence

I never gave much thought about my life. The thought of me changing into someone no one would of thought I’d become; is almost nerve-racking and unforgiving as it sounds.

Have you ever wondered about all the things you’d never do. Like seriously never ever do. I was going through all the things that’d I’d never ever do.

First thing, speak. I find talking a curse from Agni. The ultimate annoyance to human kind. The one and only thing that you can’t control…next to breathing of course. It’s the only thing I fight against my human nature; speak I shall not speak. My lips forever closed, unrevealed - with the exception of the involuntary breathing through my cursed lips.

Ever since the day I lost everything; my dad, friends, and the love of my life. My life meant nothing anymore – there was no meaning, no instinct of gratitude that would force an empowering word through my lips. Everything meant nothing to me.

My love, yes…I was at the age of 10 when I lost Nozomu. I was determined to marry him, or at least get him to look my way. Okay, I’ll admit it – He wasn’t even interested in me, at that age what do you expect. All he does is play heat ball. Heatball. The very reason why women exist. Humanity would be a complete blah if the world didn’t have women to roll their eyes whenever they heard the stupid sport, “heat ball.”

Anyways, Nozomu died while trying to get his Heatball 'ball' that had landed in a pond near Ember Lake. Sad story. I cried for like 10 minutes and then went on and lived my life. Miserably of course.

I'm now 16; I’m friends with the most social girl in school and FireNation. Azula. It's not like I chose to be friends with the most social girl in school, because that is so not in my forte. But, you see...My parents and her's are quite attached. By that, I mean her father and my mother are getting married. They've been engaged for five freaking years, and no vows have been made yet. I have to get to "know" Azula by spending time with her. By spending time with her, that will eventually lead to a corrupted friendship. Where she’s the one talking her wretched mouth off, and I’m the one who just observes with complete disinterest.

I thought about all of this…was this my life? I’ve never thought of anything more boring than this, and trust me…I’ve thought about a LOT of boring stuff. Is this what I want for my life? Do I want people to see me and say ‘hey, there’s the gloomy emo girl.’ I don’t even know if “girl” fits into that context correctly.

I stared at the mirror in front of me – I looked disgusting. Everything about me was a big flaw. My complexion was too pale; my eyes were such an ugly color that the contrast with my skin made it so unattractive. My hair was too straight, too black and too boring. I was too skinny, too tall and my skin was so…Ok! I’m a complete screw up! Am I fooling myself, just hoping to find one flawless feature on my body?

I stared deeper at myself; my eyes were falling and pushing through the mirror. It seemed like I spent endless hours – though it was more like a few minutes.

I felt a tear slide down my left cheek; I grabbed the small knife beside me. I gripped onto the blade, deciding if this was the best way to help myself in this situation. I gripped harder, my fingers getting soft with every fierce movement I made with the knife. The knife slid closer to my wrist, the tip of the blade was making closer contact with my skin. Very slowly, with a small gasp and whimper, the blade hugged my fragile skin. I allowed the pain as my body grunted in rebuff. I stared at the small red river that dripped onto the floor.

“Fine,” I whispered.