Hey! So I updated Far Too Young To Die twice. Here is Chapter Four and Chapter Five . Updating will be less frequent, but there will be a new chapter out tomorrow. Also I will try to post more on Tumblr, but I am not promising much. Love you love birds!
"Damn," I said quietly, "you got beaten pretty bad. What were you thinking? If you were trying to kill yourself, couldn’t you have done it where I didn’t have to watch. People people die bothers people you know.” I glanced over the list of injuries he suffered. “Concussion, various bruises, not to mention enough alcohol in your system to hurt a horse.” I put the chart back and sat on the end of his bed. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Brendon,” he answered. His voice was pretty rough, but who could blame him? He was hit by a car after all. “I’m Carah,” I said with a smile. “Wait a minute. Brendon? As in Brendon Urie? You’re far too young to die.”
August, Third, 2014 I woke up to the bed empty. Once I was fully awake, I propped myself up on one arm and looked around the room. Furniture was missing, drawers were open with clothes slung over the edge, and all of the doors were open. My heart began to beat quickly as I rushed out of bed and ran downstairs in my boxers. Hearing noises from the kitchen made me immediately go there. Sarah was with a flamboyant man in a lilac suit with his hair styled perfectly. Papers were scattered amongst the table and there was a moving truck running outside. My panic became confusion within a matter of seconds, “Sarah, what the fucking hell is going on?” the man in the suit looked at me holding back laughter, “I see why you’re divorcing him!” he stated in his feminine voice and Sarah and he began giggling.
Sarah straightened up and cleared her throat, “We are getting a divorce, I would rather you not question. I want you to sit down and sign the papers and know it’s most certainly not your fault I just want to be single.” she patted the seat next to her. I sat down as the fabulous guy told me where to sign. Sarah stood up and looked at me sadly,”Thank you,” she kissed my cheek and looked at the other guy with a smile, “Simon are you ready to go?” her eyebrows raised. Simon cleared the papers and stood up excitedly walking to Sarah’s side, “Get me out of my mind!” he exclaimed and left the house getting in Sarah’s Fiat. The moving truck drove away and as did the Fiat. I stood up and walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer before going to the living room and flopping down on the couch. What the hell just happened?
Hurting people is not my goal in life. True, if someone gets in my way, I’m not afraid to destroy them, but my sole reason is not to to cause pain. I want everything life has to offer and I am going to get it. Now there are times when people pay me to off someone’s enemies and I’m only too happy to help them out, but killing people is messy and should always be avoided if you don’t want to get caught. Injuring people comes with the job so you get used to the useless tears people waste when they find out that you’ve conned them.
Yes. I am a con woman. Am I successful? Very. Am I proud? Of course. I’m filthy rich because of the mistakes and faults of others. I make money off of people’s bad judgement. Many people wonder how you go about starting a life of crime that will bring you profit instead of ten to fifteen years in prison. I suggest dropping off the face of the earth in one of two ways. Either you should fake your kidnapping, make people think you’re dead, or kill everyone connected to you. I did the later. My mother already disappeared, my grandparents died, and I had no friends. Once I made it look like my father put a bullet through his brain, I was free. Now the next step is to pick out your new name. You want to make it something natural sounding and easy to remember. When I first started, I had not mastered the art of name selection and I came up with Hannah Oliver Amelia Xelvier. After two more attempts, I got to my current name which is Carah Olivia Nikerk. It took eleven years to get here, but now I’m ready to do something more elaborate……