For others, anniversaries are like counting the years spent doing something beautiful, being together, or being alive." I began slowly, my voice lowering to a drawl as I peered nervously out of my bedroom blinds, searching the road for a hooded person following my every move."I've come to see anniversaries as a countdown to the inevitable, a constant reminder that my days are numbered."
After her beautifully filled 21st birthday, Avery was ready to go back home and never see the light of day again.
It wasn't an entirely horrible concept. After all, her family's generations-old wealth was enough to keep her going until the day her history was discovered, and until that day arrived, she had no intention of leaving her front door.
And to think, the last time she tried, she ended herself playing cat and mouse with a sarcastic cloaked ghost who wanted her dead and her soul in a glass bottle for his own cruel collection.
After the tragic celebration, there was silence for the whole year. For over 365 days, Avery had no difficulty with uninvited demonic heavenly entities prowling about her home, attempting to steal her soul with a world-stopping kiss. However, the stillness occurred too often, and the world had become too silent.
What's the reason?
Death's next tactic seems to be kidnapping her closest friend Remi Hoover in order to lure her to hell. Life got considerably quieter without one-third of her little circle. So Avery left the safety of her home to find her dearest buddy.