So here it is the first chapter, I know this is my first story so please be nice! Give me suggestions, comments on how to improve! I hope you enjoy and I will try to update as much as I can! Please give me feedback on ways to improve, what you enjoyed or really anything. I hope you all enjoy !
Have you ever wondered, how over populated the world would be, if we could all live forever? How many people would be on this earth right now if we could be forever young? It's simple enough to see, it would be impossible never to die. Even if science found a way to keep every human alive that walks the earth, eventually the world would simply run out of supplies and well, we'd all die anyways. So it's clear at some point or another all our heart's must stop beating, but what comes next? There are many different religions with many different Gods and arguments about what comes after we die, all disagreeing on that very belief. The truth is that nobody knows for sure until you reach the bright light and by then, its to late.
Rebecca Davidson was only fifteen when she died, she would've been sixteen that summer had she survived. Rebecca would have seemed to have it all, she wasn't to tall at her height of five foot six, her beautiful light brunette hair that sometimes looked blond. And then her eyes so dark brown they resembled the South-American sweet cocoa bean, just like the sweet taste of chocolate melting in one's mouth. She had freckles that stretched from one end of her face to the other like a sandy beach there were as many freckles on her face as there would be grains of sand on a beach. Yet she was pasty white one might have assumed even when she was alive she was either a ghostly spirit looking to haunt, or a blood thirsty vampire looking for prey. Neither of these assumptions were true, simply she was a teenage girl trying to find out who she was in life and what to do with it. Rebecca, had it all. Then lost it all, her beauty no longer mattering as her soul left earth.
There was a long list of things that built up to Rebecca changing from 'good girl' to 'bad', but the truth really was, there wasn't a real reason she rebelled. Anything she went through was just something that was in the past. Situations don't make choices for people, the choices are made by people. And the choices made, display how they viewed them. Rebecca, just didn't have the most positive life, so she chose the harder route.
Rebecca had dropped out of school that fall, as her teachers had given up all hope in her passing let alone being able to graduate in two years. Soon after dropping out- Rebecca's mother Lily, kicked her out saying she was useless and was just mooching off her which she would not allow any longer. It gave her no choice, but to move in with her college boyfriend, being a party girl she knew this meant twenty-four seven parties. Which well, she has no problem at all with. Living with several frat boys was never a problem, they lived in a shabby loft with two bedrooms. With three guys and one girl so it wasn't a big space issue. Around the apartment there was always clothes lying all over and beer bottles covering almost every square inch of the apartment. With there being three frat boys there was a smell, but Rebecca never minded it at all. For all she knew, this was the life. Little did she know that this was the life that would soon result in her death.
The night had begun like any other night, drinking booze and smoking a little bit of weed, nothing out of the ordinary. Brad- Rebecca's boyfriend had his muscular arm around Rebecca's thin frail body. They were an odd couple, but neither of them really minded- they knew it and didn't care.
Brad's unkempt hair gave him an edgy look. While his eyes as the deepest waters of the Atlantic, it could almost bring a person back in time to just watch the Titanic sink and watch the thousands drown, slowly freeze to death. Something about them though, his eyes just drew girls more importantly, Rebecca in. More and more each time they were looked into.
As Brad, Rebecca and two other frat boys drank outside on the balcony the full moon reflected off all of the snow lying on the ground. And as the sayings go, full moons turn man to beast- especially the drunken man!