by Bayzen » Sun Feb 27, 2011 4:30 pm
I pulled out my ponytail and sat down on my bunk, combing through my hair with my fingers. My eyes focused on my corkboard, where I kept old newspaper clippings. Most of them were about Michaela Thomas, who had died shortly after her fifteenth birthday. Of course, this Michaela was me, but she was still different.
I was still only just past fifteen in every way that counts, the only way I wasn’t is that my birthday was over fifteen years ago. I was made in a way similar to Dylan, and I had died, but instead of being remade, I had been revived. After my death, they kept me in an icebox and eventually managed to bring me back to life. Although I couldn’t recollect my actual death, I knew from my obituary that I died in a car accident. I don’t know how they fixed me up so I was in a decent state, but I do know that while they did this, they also grafted my DNA, and eventually managed to get my heart pumping and put me in a coma. And unlike Dylan, I remembered a few things about my old life. I remembered that I was pretty much a selfish pessimist, who blamed everything on my father who divorced my mother when I was hardly able to walk.
The other clippings on the board were about my family; the marriage article of my parents, my father’s second marriage article, with his new wife ripped out of the picture, and a short article of my half-brother’s birth.
I imagined my brother having a nice life, not even caring about his father’s first kid and being totally carefree as he walked through the school hallways, laughing with his friends. Then there would be me, trained to kill, with the ability to transform into a wolf, and wings planted on my back.
Life was an effed up thing.
(( I've been rearranging on Microsoft Word, apparently... ))