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What am I doing here?
I'm sitting on the edge of a ragged cliff. It over looks a grey, choppy sea. In the horizon clouds are black and churning into a storm that matches the turmoil in my heart. This cliff is my favourite place on the island. I would always come here to collect my thoughts, calm myself, or just to relax. I find that it has this eerily tranquil air to it. The last time I was here was when Robbie had dumped me for Becca Hudson. It was so quiet that day that I forgot immediately why I was so mad. This place was my absolute sanctuary.
But it's been a long time, and all that teenage drama feels like a life time ago.
I sigh, because that's all I can do at this point. At first, I had been angry. My anger flowed like molten lava through my viens. It was an all-consuming rage tht made me vulnerable, as well as everyone around me. When I finally stopped to think for a second, it was too late.
Three of my friends died, because of me.
After that things were so action-packed and too fast-paced for me to feel anything. I was like a robot on auto-pilot. Whenever my remaining friends saw me, the pity and uneasiness shone in their eyes. Some even had the nerve to say it wasn't my fault; that nothing could have prevented it.
But they were oh, so wrong. I could have prevented it. It was my fault entirely because I just can't accept one damn thing. Sure, it's the most life-alterning thing ever, but it was also too dangerous to ignore. Mica, Lizzy and Shyla were the proof of that.
Tears burn in my eyes as I remember my dead friends. I bring my knees up to my chest, rest my head between them, and I cry. It's a loud, broken, heart-clenching cry that the back of my mind can't help think would be perfect for some dramatic movie/TV scene, minus the snot.
But as I cry, something inside of me changes. The giant knot of uneasiness inside of my chest starts to unravel and I feel like some enormus weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Finally, after so much time bottling up my feelings and shoving them aside, finally I am grieving. But not just for my friends, but for another loss as well; the loss of my old life. I can never go back to being that normal high-school girl who's biggest worries were homework and boys. I'm now part of something bigger than that, and nothing will ever be the same again.
That fact hurts, a lot.
Sooner that I want it to, my crying ends. My tears stop falling and sobs slience back into normal breathing. I lift my head up and wipe away the wetness on my cheeks. My eyes refocus and I stare back out towards the sea. The black clouds are still there but even closer now.
I sigh again, but with a small smile. Some silly, Disney-raised girl in my head had thought the clouds and my muddled thoughts were connected and they would be gone I lifted my head. Ridiculous.
But now I stand up, dusting off my jeans, and stare out again. However this time my shoulders are set and determinated, and I'm looking more towards the future than the present or past. I take a deep breath and let out one sentence. I don't care that no one is around to hear it. It just needs to be said out loud for once, to prove I accept it. So I say it:
"My name is Mariah Bennett, and I am not human."

Description
What am I doing here?
I'm sitting on the edge of a ragged cliff. It over looks a grey, choppy sea. In the horizon clouds are black and churning into a storm that matches the turmoil in my heart. This cliff is my favourite place on the island. I would always come here to collect my thoughts, calm myself, or just to relax. I find that it has this eerily tranquil air to it. The last time I was here was when Robbie had dumped me for Becca Hudson. It was so quiet that day that I forgot immediately why I was so mad. This place was my absolute sanctuary.
But it's been a long time, and all that teenage drama feels like a life time ago.
I sigh, because that's all I can do at this point. At first, I had been angry. My anger flowed like molten lava through my viens. It was an all-consuming rage tht made me vulnerable, as well as everyone around me. When I finally stopped to think for a second, it was too late.
Three of my friends died, because of me.
After that things were so action-packed and too fast-paced for me to feel anything. I was like a robot on auto-pilot. Whenever my remaining friends saw me, the pity and uneasiness shone in their eyes. Some even had the nerve to say it wasn't my fault; that nothing could have prevented it.
But they were oh, so wrong. I could have prevented it. It was my fault entirely because I just can't accept one damn thing. Sure, it's the most life-alterning thing ever, but it was also too dangerous to ignore. Mica, Lizzy and Shyla were the proof of that.
Tears burn in my eyes as I remember my dead friends. I bring my knees up to my chest, rest my head between them, and I cry. It's a loud, broken, heart-clenching cry that the back of my mind can't help think would be perfect for some dramatic movie/TV scene, minus the snot.
But as I cry, something inside of me changes. The giant knot of uneasiness inside of my chest starts to unravel and I feel like some enormus weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Finally, after so much time bottling up my feelings and shoving them aside, finally I am grieving. But not just for my friends, but for another loss as well; the loss of my old life. I can never go back to being that normal high-school girl who's biggest worries were homework and boys. I'm now part of something bigger than that, and nothing will ever be the same again.
That fact hurts, a lot.
Sooner that I want it to, my crying ends. My tears stop falling and sobs slience back into normal breathing. I lift my head up and wipe away the wetness on my cheeks. My eyes refocus and I stare back out towards the sea. The black clouds are still there but even closer now.
I sigh again, but with a small smile. Some silly, Disney-raised girl in my head had thought the clouds and my muddled thoughts were connected and they would be gone I lifted my head. Ridiculous.
But now I stand up, dusting off my jeans, and stare out again. However this time my shoulders are set and determinated, and I'm looking more towards the future than the present or past. I take a deep breath and let out one sentence. I don't care that no one is around to hear it. It just needs to be said out loud for once, to prove I accept it. So I say it:
"My name is Mariah Bennett, and I am not human."