To Defy Fate

I thought I was normal. For eighteen years, I felt like there was nothing special about me. I was more grumpy than most, that's for sure. But everybody has a personality of their own.

I was an atheist. I didn't believe in a god, in heaven and hell, in fate. Funny, now that I look back at it.

My future wasn't bright, but it wasn't completely fucked, either. I didn't know what to do. My grades were a bit on the low side, but I never failed a year.

The only thing I found peculiar was my luck. If I needed a certain grade to pass a class, I'd get it. When I was too late for class, the teacher that is normally very punctual, hadn't started yet.

I never thought anything of it. There were enough unlucky things, too. I didn't have any friends. Even if I made one, something got in the way; they got bullied by others for befriending me, they had to move, or we were switching schools.

Normally, people would get sad about this. I don't feel good about it, nor does it influence my life badly. I just can't find it in me to care about it anymore. Who needs friends, anyways?

My life was calm and normal. Until we moved. Everything changed. I'm still unsure whether I would have been better off if we stayed at our old home, or if the current situation is the best outcome.

I've learned a lot of things. Things about myself. Things about the ones close to me. Things about strangers. Things about the world.

This is a story about love and hate, about pain and pleasure, about war and peace, about hunting or being hunted, about surviving, about sacrificing, but most of all, about choosing.

The love of my life, or me?