July 12th.
I believed it all started with my death. Ironically, it was also my birthday that day, when time stopped ticking for me—when life was no longer an option to me.
And death was.
But that was it. My death was simply the start of my story in another world. Life was still not done toying with me, even after I've abandoned all hope with it and plunged to the depths of the afterlife.
Life came back to me in the form of another nightmare—another world, to be exact. What a sick joke for a birthday gift. Now, I have to relieve the pain that comes with being alive.
Happy 10th Birthday to me.