Permanently Young. Under Intense Construction

"Immortality - A fate worse then death."- Edgar A. Shoaff.

Looking at myself in the mirror I see the same girl that's been staring back at me for over a hundred years. The same long blonde hair, the same bright blue eyes, and the same lightly tanned skin. There's nothing different, no wrinkles from years of laughing. No signs of aging accept maybe the eyes. A closer look at the eyes, and I see the girl that's been hurt, the girl who lost everything, and the girl who's forced to start over for eternity.

The me in the mirror isn't happy, she's lonely. She'll always be lonely.

I wasn't always so down, no there was a time when I couldn't wait to get out of bed everyday. Maybe to take a walk, or gossip with my best friend Jill, or even going shopping to buy new dresses with my mother. I had a good life, and I was fortunate enough to have caring, and wealthy parents. I didn't know suffering back then, I hardly even knew what it meant. Until I met John Lore.

Just his name makes me want to vomit. To think about how much I simply trusted him, or how much I constantly dreamed of us getting married, wondering what our children would look like. It makes my stomach twist and turn, how could I have been so stupid.

Even in 1893, I knew I wasn't in love with John, but no one married for love very often. He seemed like a good man. He was wealthy, he was handsome, and he treated me like a princess, constantly buying me gifts nd showering me with affectation. I didn't think anything could get any better, and when John asked my father for permission to marry me, his brown eyes twinkling, I thought my life was set.

I had only known John for three months when the proposal happened. It was a long time back then, considering some girls didn't meet their future husbands until the wedding day. I know now, that I didn't really know John, even after all he told me shared with me, I didn't know him.

When John first told me he was Immortal I didn't know what to believe. I thought he was crazy, or maybe he was just playing a joke on me. I smiled when he explained himself. He was born sometime in the 1330's but wasn't clear about the exact date, all he knew was that he was turned when he was nineteen. I laughed, when he told me, relay honest, lack of oxygen laughter.

In the end, the joke was on me, because in the end John was telling the truth.

It was a couple weeks before the wedding when he showed up. I should have seen then how crazy he looked, should have slammed the door in his face, should have done something to save myself, but you're stupid when you're young.

The panic in his voice scared me, and he shook visibly as he begged me to take a walk with him.

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The Council made the ultimate decision. Consider them the secret rulers of the planet. Once they found out I knew, they injected me with Immortal blood. Extremely painful might I add. There is another way to become an immortal of coarse, being born one. Yeah you can still have kids. They stop aging at 18.

Unfortunately once you're Immortal there's no way to die. That I've tried anyway, and believe me I've tried just about anything you could imagine.

I've slit my wrists. They healed. Very painful by the way. You'd think that we would be immune to pain. But of course not. I tried jumping off a cliff. Ouch. I tried alot of other things, but I'll be nice and spare you the gruesome details. Most recently I got hit by a semi truck. That was actually on accident. I was listening to my iPod and didn't look both ways before crossing the street. It hurt like a bitch, so definitely look both ways, trust me it's worth it.

Although we can feel pain, there are differences between us and humans. We are stronger and faster. No we don't have any weird powers. You know, mind reading and crap. I'm sure I would have gone certifiably insane hearing peoples thoughts for hundreds of years. The only plus I see is money. Live as long as I have, and you'd be filthy rich as well.

We have 'laws' as well. They're quite simple. You have to move after a couple years. We are all given time spans. Mine was four years max. I could start from age sixteen and go to twenty. Second is not telling people about immortals. The last is don't become famous. It's hard to explain why you look like that famous guy from 209 years ago when you're actually him.

If you don't follow these rules you get punished. Obviously it wasn't death, or I would have done all of them to be killed. We cant die. The punishment is 250+ years of solitary confinement. Not fucking fun I'm sure. Although asshole John did eventually get punished. That gave me a small laugh.