When I was young I had a great life. My parents were rich and we were close. I had tons of friends. I did well in school. I had a perfect life, at least for a ten-year-old. Sadly those perfect times didn't last.
When I was ten I went for a doctors check up. They found out I had a rare genetic problem called Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva or FOP for short. It is a disease where your body thinks your joints are injuries and bone slowly grows over it to repair it, paralyzing you. I only had 10 more years to live according to them.
As a ten-year-old kid, it didn't really register properly with me. I just thought it was another problem my parents would solve, and they tried, trust me they did. They went around the world and tried to find a cure. They went from the highly advanced medical techniques to the downright crazy old age practices. They flew around the world looking for a way to save me. Sadly it only caused their deaths. At the age of twelve, my parents died.
I entered a period of depression, where I wondered if I should just end it. What saved me was one of my friends, his name was Jack. A tall, lanky fellow who no one really knew. He pulled me around during this period of my life and showed me the light through the darkness. He was a true brother and friend. I was 13.
With the money I inherited from my parents and the permission of my guardian, I began to enjoy the world with the time I had left. I did everything I could think of. From jet skiing, sky jumping, fencing, boxing, mountain climbing, who name it I tried it.
Sadly I couldn't do it all. Stuff like falling in love, raising a family, going to school, starting a business I couldn't do. I just didn't have enough time.
At the age of 18, the FOB finally claimed me. For the next two years, I wasted away in that hospital, listening to the lives of the few friends I made. Jack got married to a friend we made during one of our jumps. She was the pilot. They made space in their wedding for my bed and all. I was the best man, even though I couldn't do much. It was one of the bests days of my life. Sadly not a month later I died.
At the age of 20, I left the world. Only I didn't know that this was just the beginning of my story.