Every puzzle has different pieces; for the most part the pieces are bright, happy… something you enjoy looking at. But then there are the pieces towards the corners; always dark, shadowed… these are the pieces you would much rather remove from the puzzle altogether.
It seemed as though that were the consequence now, being what I had become. The every growing puzzle that belonged to me grew depressingly darker with every happy moment I had.
Shouldn’t it be over? Shouldn’t I get a free ride because of what I had been through in my life so far? It seemed to be I had been through more craziness than the average human; it would only be fair, right?
It seemed like a joke now; my puzzle. It would only be a matter of time before the whole thing was dark.
I know I'm like who wouldn't want to be a vampire right? I know I would wanna be a vampire :P