I can't believe that I am eighteen already. Today was my eighteenth birthday, again. I have to admit, as excited as I was to turn eighteen in this world, I couldn't help but think about my previous life. When I was Adelaide, I died on my eighteenth birthday. I mean, who wouldn't be nervous to celebrate that birthday again?
Was I going to die mysteriously again? Was my future going to be stolen from me once again? I didn't want that to happen to me again. I was happy in this life. I actually had a life and a future in this world. I didn't want to let it end here again. I didn't want to be the girl that lived life after life only to die on her eighteenth birthday again and again. That would literally be hell for me.
