Cause you and I, we we're born to die.

"It hurts....."........ "s- so-o much".

There's nothing worse than watching yourself burn alive, watching as the flames engulf your flesh. Its working. At least I think its working.

Sigh.

To ash shall you return? How fast they turn you into ash, now that's ironic.

You think that's bad? Try smelling your own flesh burning. Get em' while their piping hot.

All my life I thought the worst that could happen to me was receiving death. No. I was so wrong. The worst was wishing for it and not receiving it; living for seven hundred sixty-six years has taught me well. "You're better off dead than having no one to share life with", or my all time favorite, "Watching them die while you live for another hundred for no apparent reason whatsoever." So I did what any insane person, stress on the insane part, would do.

Commit suicide. Several times too.

With no such luck.

Sigh.

So here I am, walking out of my burning, old, Victorian house with a body smelling of smoke, covered in ash, and all around bummed out oozing with depression. Attempt one hundred seventy one: failed. And my muscles are already knitting together as well. Damn.

Well that sucks....

Another sigh.

Now I have to clean up my mess again. A kick to my right sent a brick flying in mid air landing somewhere past my neighbors.

It took me hours to spread gasoline in my house, and all that effort for nothing!?!

Heh, whatever.

"Cheesecake.... ", now you know my favorite snack, and we've only met, but that's cool. Just DONT TELL ANYONE!!!!! Cheesecakes can cure anything, even depression and suicidal tendencies.

Sigh. I sigh a lot don't I? You can't blame me though.

Looking back at my old house. It's gone, like completely gone. The roof had collapsed, the walls had fallen on top of the other components of my once comfy home. Eh.... I can just buy a new one, no biggie. Then burn it again, probably.

Sigh.

I don't have to eat anyway, saving me a lot of money. Doesn't mean I don't enjoy it though. Knowing that certain fact by trying to starve myself for a week in hopes of, yes you've guessed it right, dying. Sigh.

Enough of the sighing!!!!! Sigh.....

Urrrrrrrrgh.

Anyways, where was I? Ah yes, I left my burning home in search of the ultimate delicacy, the cheesecake, my cheesecake. So, walking with my burned AND ripped jeans and t-shirt, I spotted the local cafe. What better place to get cheesecake than a coffee shop right?

Pushing the door open the bell attached rang and attracted the attention of the cashier behind the counter. Seeing me in my state he eyed me with shock and concern. A bit of bewilderment too. Considering the time, no other customers were here at the cafe at this late hour. But I came here for reason, and that reason was to get my cheesecake- and- there it was... Just sitting there in their display rack, waiting for me to just grab and fill it with my deepest lo-

"Can I help you with anything?"

"Wha- what? What was that?"

"Help? DO YOU NEED HELP?" With his tone it's more of a statement than a question.

"Yes, well, I would like to buy a cheesecake" I coolly replied.

"A cheesecake? You look like you just walked out of a fire rescue mission and you ask for a cheesecake? A freakin' cheesecake!?!" he slammed his fists on the counter and turned around to open the wooden board leading the way to the counter. Slipping out he said, "You need serious help."

"No I- I just really want my cheesecake." somehow getting a cheesecake at the middle of the night wasn't such a good idea. Especially when you're going with burned clothing. Looking down at my tattered outfit I had made a conclusion. I do look like an action star. The kind that kills the bad guy after taking too much hits and walking out just in time to have an explosion on their back. Yeah...

I rock.

" Hello? Miss? Are you even listening???" he started waving his hands in front of my face. Up and down, up and down, up and do- "Are you traumatized? Who did this to you? Are you injured?? Maybe you're deaf??-"he made hand gestures to emphasize his point, pointing to his ears and giving it a shaky motion. Shake shake shake.

He was an amateur in sign language too.

"Stop it!!! I know you're concerned and all-"reading his nametag I added, " Lex. What kind of a name is Lex?!?" "My name!!!!" he countered, cheeks flaming he added, "I get that a lot". And I continued by saying "But I really, REALLY, just want my cheesecake."

"Okay you got me." He had that annoyed, defeated look. "This is the weirdest shift I ever had in my whole damn life... God, I should lessen my coffee intake-"

I zoned out on the rest of what he was saying and just focused my attention on the cheesecake he was slowly pulling out of the case to put in a box. For me. All for me, I said to myself.

He was done, "That'll be 3.45." So I went to pull out my wallet.

But first, let me ask you a question, if your house was burning, including you, don't you think your wallet was burning along with you? I don't know what made me think that my wallet was fire proof!! OF COURSE IT FREAKIN' WASN'T!!!!

And I think you've already guessed what happened right? I pulled out my wallet from my back pocket and discovered my burned bills and a few warm coins, probably already cooled down from the fire. Another sigh escaped my lips as Mr. Lex slash cashier gave me a sympathetic look.

"You know what? Just take it." he looked around then added, "Take it, I'll just pay for it. At the state you're in, you're going to need it more than anyone else. What's a little cheesecake going to do right??"

"A lot." I replied. A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips before he stared long at my face with satisfaction and a sense of pride for what he just did.

I felt it. That slight skip of heartbeat whenever humans would feel proud.

I just know. I'm not a psychic.

Now Mr. Cashier's ghost of a smile turned to a full one, and snapping out of staring long into my face he shifted his footing, handed the box with my cheesecake, staying longer than necessary while his hands kept still over mine, handing the package over to me.

Quickly breaking contact when I heard someone clear their throat.

"Eee-ehem" probably his boss.

"Flirting are we, Alex? A little late for that don't you think??"

"Shut up Vlad. I wasn't flirting!!! As you can clearly see, she needed help, and that's what I did - help her, that's all..."

"Help huh?? I asked you to help me run my shop as well, little brother, and I don't want you giving away food for free." replied the elder one. So he was Lex's brother huh?

They don't really look alike.

"I was going to pay for it, don't get your panties in a twist, you're bitching out again-"

"O-kay... I'm just going to leave now- thanks for the free cheesecake."

"Hey wai-".And before exiting the shop I added, "Don't worry, when I come back I'll pay for it, triple if it tastes good." And left without another word. I heard loud bickering before completely leaving the establishment.

Now to find the perfect place to consume this. But where?

The park? Yes...

The Park.

There it is- the perfect place to consume my baby. Dark skies illuminated only by the moon above, watching, observing us, like it knows something that we don't. Making a mockery of us whenever we fall unaware to whatever schemes he's playing.

Life.

You think this is funny huh???? Huh?!?

Along with the stars that seem to spread endlessly across the heavens, making the place seem much more extraordinary than it really is.

I'm going nuts.

Who wouldn't? Answered my subconscious. You have been living for an eternity, alone.

Neh, good point.

Opening my box, I checked first if there's anybody here, and found, obviously, none. I mean, who would stay at the park at 12:00 p.m. just to eat cheesecakes, right?

That's right. Me.

Only me.

Unless you're a hobo.

Mine. All mine! I'm not sharing.

I never share.

With the small cake in my hand, I took a bite.

Chewing..... Tasting..... Swallowing.....

Holy flying flipping cows..

It taste flippin' awesome. I mean, don't get me wrong, all cheesecakes taste good but this- this is on a whole new level. It just explodes in your mouth like- BAM- and after savoring it you get an explosion of flavors inside your mouth like- KAPOW- and after that you just keep wanting more and more. And I can't stop. Bite after bite just keeps getting better and better.

Sigh.

I didn't even notice I consumed it all until I bit the carton where my cheesecake was placed on top of earlier. That. Was. Sensational. Hmmmm. Sensational. I should use that more often. It makes me sound smart.

Sensational. Sensational. *Hrrrrmmm*

I heard a rumbling sound. Was it just my imagination?? *Hrrrmmmm* There it is again. *Urrrrrgghh* Where's it coming from?!?!?

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh..... What the-" mysterious voice said.

"Eh?"

"What are you doing???? You're going to rape me aren't you!!!!!"

A hobo emerged from under the bench.

That's why I didn't see him! So much for that hobo assumption.

"What- no!!! I'm not- UH!!! I'm not a hobo!!!!" standing on his full height he added, "Do I look like a dirty hobo to you!?!?!"

With a blank expression I replied with a, "Yes."

"What the- UGH! Whatever!!!! Just scram!!!" he was walking away now "Leave me alone!!!" He was now mumbling about himself not looking a bit like a homeless guy.

In my defense, you would think he was cuz he was sleeping on the freaking ground!!

Nobody does that!!

So of course being me, I did the opposite to piss him off.

I followed him.

>>>End Chap<<<