All right here is the essay. It is only the rough draft though, my teacher has the final draft.
The Curse of Life
July 26, 2021, the one woman I loved was taken away from me. Looking back on that day, I realize it was the spark that started the flame. What I became after that day, is unimaginable. I didn't understand, until it was too late. I didn't realize the mindless puppet I had become, until everything was gone.
The image of her death is still clearly lodged in my mind. Her silent screams still echo in my ears. The day began just like any other. A bright and beautiful sunrise filled my room and even though she lived miles away, I could feel her heart beat the same rhythm as mine. That afternoon, I left to see her. In my mind, a perfect portrait was painted. Her eyes shined with angel beauty, her hair flowed as though a cool breeze was blowing it, and her complexion glowed, as if a bright light shun on her. Her smile took away all of my troubles. Before opening her apartment door, I remembered how bright her room always was and the warm feeling I got inside it. Upon opening her door, all I saw was black. I could smell melancholy in the air and my heart stopped. Knowing something was wrong, I ran to her bedroom fearing the worst and when I got there, my fears were realized. On the bed, I saw her, mouth open and her hands clenched an object on her chest. Before I could help, she was gone. Her limp corpse lay on the be in front of me with a dagger through her heart. Out of my mouth, spewed blasphemy. The first thought in my mind was suicide. Twenty stories I fell.
I awoke the next day, believing I had entered the afterlife. The street in front of me, convinced me otherwise. With no scratch on my body, I thought that yesterday might have been a dream. Then a newspaper landed in front of me and the headline read "Local Woman Takes Her Life." I looked up and saw her apartment room and her window still intact. In my mind, I knew the leap was real, but reality proved otherwise.
Five hundred years later, I still found myself roaming the earth. I continued to live even though everyone else died. My torment grew each day. All I wanted was to see her face again. Why did God torture me so?
Just when I though that all was lost, she appeared again. At first, I thought it was just a mirage my now insane mind conjured up, but when we kissed, it was too real to be fake. The sun seemed brighter then ever before. All of my sorrow and torment seemed like distant emotions. I foolishly believed that God had lifted the curse.
I realized the meaning of deja vu on July 26, 2621. She took her life with a dagger again and yet again I was unable to save her. This was too much for me to take, all of my sorrow and torment sent me into rage. I ripped the dagger out of her chest and planned the worst. The words that follow bellowed out of me as if I was possessed, "With this dagger, I shall destroy mankind. My hands shall seal their fate. I shall bring armeggedon onto this world. My curse shall be what I know best, death."
Darkness filled the clouds and the ground cracked and split. The rage I felt was uncontrollable. My hatred for God made me apathetic for all the lives I took away. More than a billion people died at my feet, yet my blind rage canceled out my emotions. I vaguely remember most of it, but one memory seems so clear that it is as if it were happening again. I was about to drive the dagger through the heart of another victim, when I saw the face. It was her. I realize now that it was a sign, but didn't then. I don't even know if I knew it was her. I just drove the dagger through her heart. Once this happened, it was all over.
I've had a lot of time to think in my pit of flames. If only I knew what I know now. God wasn't the one who cursed me, Satan did. Satan brainwashed me. All of my killing was in vain. If I could take it all back now, I would. The worst of it all, though, is that her face is just a memory.
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