Writing Afterdeath of Me

[Eli]

Well, this is just another book of mine that I'm working on. Tell me what you think of it. (This is only the first chapter, but it later goes into action and romance)

[I]To think that all your life, you've wanted to die. And then, in one day, you have the chance of a lifetime to go off and forget all you've done, all you've seen, all you've believed and cherished. All gone with the help of nine- the eight that show you who you really are, and the one who shows you what a true enemy is, who can also be yourself.[/I]

[B] [U]Afterdeath of Me[/U][/B]

I had felt immobile. Faster and faster, the darkness swallowed me in, engulfing my sight and lungs, until I felt dead. I couldn?t breath; I couldn?t feel anything. I was numb, and it felt like my skin was crawling off my body. I could not take it anymore, and I lifted myself up. Again I was able to breath; the sizzling water was rushing down my face, and it cooled as I gasped for air. Calming myself and rubbing my eyes, I finished bathing myself in the tub. I was getting dizzy from the steam, so I hurried out. I dried myself off with the towel, and patted my hair dry. I looked in the mirror.

I find my features weird, for some reason. I have kohl black hair that reaches my back, and my eyes are the color of jade, and kind of big. I never really go outside but for school, so I am kind of pale. I guess you could say I?m a Goth, but an abnormal one. I was not always depressed and dramatic. I never wore all black, and I definitely never did drugs. If so, I would have dishonored my family?s name.

Speaking of family, mine is very different. My parents estranged when my younger sister, Ashyu and I were little ones. She was the more sensitive one, crying when one little argument happened. I used to weep, when I did not know better; but now that I?m older, I?ve learned to keep my feelings bottled up. Sure, the occasional ?boohoo? would slip out, but now I don?t even care. My father had remarried, and I have two stepsiblings-Saboru and Mamimi. I also had one half sister, Gina. I always called my stepmother by her name, Sari. I guess it became a habit.

There was also my fanatical school. I have had plenty of friends- Kati, Bunni, Bri, Alisa, Josiah, Byosho, Shogun, Shobu- those are just some of them. I guess you could say it?s pretty neat. We don?t have uniforms, unlike the other schools, so everyone expresses himself or herself, while staying in dress code, of course. I guess we could use some respect classes. It seems that we belong to a clique, in one way or another. There are the preps, the athletes, the rockers and skaters, and the nerds. I don?t know which one I belong to, though. I like to wear jewelry. I?m on the track team. I have a guitar and skateboard, and I guess I have about twelve books in my closet. I think I should make a new group- Miscellaneous.

Other than the guitar, I absolute love the piano. I have been playing for twelve years straight. I love the rich sound as I make new songs every day. I feel as if the keys can speak to me if I talk to them properly. But learning how means learning with great amount of effort and patience. Neither this skill, nor does any skill, come with ease. I feel that you have to practice the dream.

In the next few weeks, it would become my sixteenth birthday. I wondered how I would waste it. Right then, I wanted to set off where no one else has thought of for his or her bicentenary. And if they have, then they were one of few like me. What I wanted, for my birthday, was to die. I wanted to seek out my perfect fatality and live it out to it?s fullest. Why? Because I?m fed up here. Everything is the same, everyday. It?s gets strenuous knowing that this is your life, and that everyday will be the same, in one manner or another. That?s why I want to progress on. I want to become something else.

I walked into my room. I shared a room with Ashyu. But she, Saboru, and Mamimi have all gone to their friends? for the weekend. I valued my private time as much as I could. It?s hard to be by yourself when there are six others living with you.

I read my usual manga and anime books, and then checked my email. I rarely received anything, except the occasional invitation to a party. Parties were always happening at my school, and because I hung out with different people, I established different group?s invitations. As a partier, I always went to every single one. I read the email aloud on my computer, listening to my own voice as I spoke. ?Hey, Akemi. There?s a ?Just Because? party, and I am inviting you. It?ll be at Sandshoe Park, this Saturday. Hope you can make it. J - Kilara.?

For some reason, I didn?t feel like going to a party. I wasn?t in any mood to hang out with people. ?People,? I said, and I oddly, yet instinctively cringed. I shut my computer down, and drew in my sketchpad. I liked to think of nothing and scratch the pad a few times. With that, I saw the picture in my mind, and kind of ?projected? it onto the paper. More and more lines came up, and pretty soon, I had drawn me, bloody and hung from a rope. I decided to add thorns to the rope, and then add a background, which looked like a portal.

When I was completely finished, I immediately slammed the sketchpad shut. The picture looked just in the vein of me, and it was sickening. I then shoved it out of my mind, and stared at my clock. Twelve-o-five. It had taken a lot longer to draw the picture than I had expected. Tired, I crawled under my blanket, and slipped in and out of sleep- weary, and a bit annoyed. I turned my lamp off, not knowing of the disquieting day at school that was to come.

(Well, that's the first chapter. I know it's boring, but there's a lot of stuff being foreshadowed)