A work of fiction by
The 1st Day
My name is Annabel Lee.
I died on the first of November, in the predawn morning when the sky still twinkled with stars that should not have been visible from the heart of the city. But, in my city they were as clear and bright as the ones over uncivilized lands.
You see, I had decided to go out on my own terms, by my own hand and no one else’s. Not even fate’s. After all, I had nothing but the same routine, the same mundane chores, the same work, and the same kind of awkward solitary existence lined up for the rest of my life. So why put up with it?