• So many things can go wrong in one night, don’t you agree? We think we can handle anything, because we’re so invincible. At least, that’s what I had thought that one September evening, the grass was dead from the changing season and the leaves falling from the soon to be bare trees.
    While sitting in that dying meadow near the town, I was always dreaming whether or not humans could possibly cure this world. Wouldn’t it be better if we never gave in to sin? Like hunting or killing what should have never been harmed? I’ve asked these questions to many people in my lifetime so far, but nobody has ever been able to answer.
    I picked up a wilting daisy and twirled it around between my fingers, some of the petals falling off one at a time. Living things die so easily, I thought. Why isn’t there a way for good things to live forever?
    “Do not fret my dear,” A husky voice behind me said. “There’s a reason for good and bad things to die.”
    I stood quickly and turned to face the one who replied to my thoughts, however, no one was there. “How could that be? It’s as if he read my thoughts entirely.” I pondered over this for only a moment and decided it was all part of my imagination.
    Though the voice was right, I did not want to believe a word he had said. There’s never a reason good enough for wonderful people to die. Not to me anyway. The truth is, I lost both my parents in a car accident, and I guess you could say that I’ve never exactly been the same since then.
    My grandparents’ who took me in had always said that I had grown up too fast since the accident, but who could blame me? Losing the ones that had taken care of you since birth; it’s definitely a life changer.
    “Enough of this,” I said, clenching my hands into fists so hard, I thought that they might bleed. I closed my eyes shut as warm tears slowly rolled down my cheeks. I don’t want to remember these memories anymore, please, no more sorrow.
    A harsh wind blew, whipping my hair about my damp face. That’s when I heard the voice again, only it was more of a whisper this time, “Do not cry my dear, your pain will be over soon. So soon . . .”
    I looked up to see a tall figure in a dark cloak, his face covered by the hood. I’ve never see this man in my town before, and he . . . he frightened me right down to the core, “Who are you?” I asked, my voice a tiny squeak.
    “I am your future, and I can promise you one thing,” He held out a gloved hand, waiting for me to take it. “You will be mine.”
    That’s when it happened. The sky had turned into a dangerous-looking gray; the wind blew around furiously, knocking down one or two small trees in the process. Rain started to fall, and it felt like freezing needles piercing my skin. The cloaked man came closer to me with his hand still outstretched. “Stay away from me!” I yelled in terror and attempted to back away, but I tripped over a large rock that was behind me.
    “Come with me, I can give you everything you desire. I can give you the world. I can give you . . . Immortal Life.” Everything went black, and I fell into a deep, dark sleep. Not knowing whether I would wake or not.