Cursed - Chapter One

1,937,017,173,917. That is how old I am, but come on, is it really that old? You're probably thinking, hell yeah! But still if you look at me I look like I'm 25. I guess that's good, could you imagine how old someone who is 1,937,017,173,917 years old would look like? Anyways the reason why I'm that old is because I was put under a curse. To be honest I wish I could die. I'm not weird, but living for so long get so boring. This curse I've been put under will not allow me to die. No matter what happens, I will just get back up and be fine. It really sucks, some people like the idea of being immortal, but me, I think that everything has to die eventually. Everything should have an undetermined expiration date.

For the past trillion or so years, I have been searching for the, also immortal, witch who put me under this curse. She's not like any witches you see in the movies. She's not green, and she doesn't melt with water or anything like that. She just looks like a normal person. She's not even strange. But anyways, I'm searching for her because I need her to make me mortal again. I don't know how easily it will be for me to find her, or if she will even change me back. But still, I have to try. I've been searching the internet for endless nights on anything that can help change me back, but nothing works. I guess only the curse caster can break the curse.

I have a friend who is 27 years old, my friend knows everything about what's been going on. My friend has somewhat been helping me along the way, but not as much as I would like, because he has to do normal things, like work. You might be wondering why I don't work, well technically I'm not a registered US citizen. Well actually, I'm not even a citizen of planet Earth. The government does not know I exist, or at least I don't think they do. I was put under this curse to make me immortal when I was 25 years old. I disappeared for a little while and so everybody thought I was dead, and because they couldn't find me the government marked me as deceased. I have seen my file online, there's a website all about people like me. You know, people who went missing. The only thing is I not missing, but how would that look if I went to the capital building and told them I was still alive. It's been so long that they probably threw my record away. Speaking of the Capitol building, that's where my friend works. He's an assistant for somebody big in the Capitol building. He said that he wants to try to get my file back onto the computer, because he has access to all that stuff, I told him it's too risky, but today he texted me and told me he's going to try anyways.

I know if he gets caught he will get fired, and he knows that too. I'm so scared for him, I don't want him to get into a lot of trouble because of me. That's why I started writing this journal. I know that if anybody finds out about what he's going to do today, it's going to be a bumpy ride. So I want somebody to know about what is happening.