• tab The dark shadows grew more immense with every one of my steps. My hands shaking slightly as the wood I clutched on to for dear life began to ache. I took a step on the soft damp ground, my shoe leaving an imprint it muddy surface.
    tab I glanced over my shoulder every so often; having that feeling I was being followed. I staggered toward the rod-iron gates of the cemetery. I scaled the gate with ease, of course, being silent. I couldn’t hear what was following me but I could sense it. Something I wasn’t sure I wanted to face, but ultimately would.
    tab I slid around the tombs stones following the curving winding paths. Grave after grave after grave, the scene began to look the same after the first four trips. The same old things happened. Me going through the motions. Of course, I had a mission, something that I hoped no one after me would ever have to endure. But once I died, some other poor sap would take over.
    tab My shoes crushing the gravel as I walked the dark, dimly lit path. I swayed a small bit as I walked, hoping to see anyone… hoping to find something better to do than this.
    tab But it wasn’t always like this. No, I was just… a regular- ha yeah, regular teenager whose biggest worry was what to wear to school. But, not after I turn sixteen. Then what I thought was normal and well, turned upside down and did a cart wheel into topsy-turvy town.
    tab All before I met Dimitri and Wesley and the rest of the gang, who helped me in this passionate world of kill or be killed.
    tab Then again it didn’t start out all bad. Some of the time, we really felt amazing afterward. While others we were ready to through the towel in and just forget it all. No, it wasn’t always bad; not at the start.