... and this pain is just too real, it is something that time cannot erase... I continue to be nothing but emotionless, and I've been that way for a couple of weeks. A few tears here, a rare smile there, and maybe 99.9% of a blank, emotionless face. The happy mask, such as the ones you would see in classic theaters, is the mask I wear over this hardened face of anger, and agony, but in the end is better than misery. When the limelight Dissapears, my true face comes into play and I slowly plot when I will die, I will have some sort of pride. A pride that will have a purpose. To not be forgotten. To be remembered as the girl that died without emotion. I am one of the many numbers in our group, all of us planning the most amazing way to die and with a number on us, we will die one by one, rise by hundreds. I am number 13 of group 2. All five groups will die in order from 1-100. I am Sonny. An ironic name, isn't it? My hair is straight and black. My eyes are as cold as my heart with their light shade of icy blue. I am not a sunny person, I am a rainy person. My nickname is Raine, my middle name. Sonny Raine Lee. And we will show the world that we matter.
Chapter One~ We all sit in the abandoned ghost house no one likes, Kate up at the white board. She is number one. She has a black marker in her hand, and we all hold our own papers with ways to die on it. She calls number two to bring up his paper, and he does. He hands it to Kate and walks back to go sit on the stairs. He points at me and my friend Emily and start to smile. My face remains blank, meanwhile my friend Emily isn't even a number. She comes to see some of our meetings to see what we do. The boys over by the stairs are just stupid. Emily starts to giggle, and I hit her leg. "Sh!" I growled, listening to Kate talk on and on about the ideas number two gave her. "Jeez, no need to be harsh, CHICKY." she hissed playfully. We've been friends forever, and she really doesn't want me to do this, but here I am. She can't support me in everything. My continue to bite my nails as Kate talks about us using natural causes to kill ourselves as well. We all don't die. Most of us planned on just injuring ourselves severely and amaze the world that we lived. It's a tradition. Our grandparents did it first. My grandmother and my mother have done it. But both of them died of a disease. Now it's my turn to show the world. Kate knew some kids wanted to kill themselves right now and here because of stuff, and we've lost number 73 and 23 to suicide. I attended both funerals. But since we were all fast healers, this stuff wasn't a problem. We were a group of a hundred. Now it's been down to 37. All the non fast healers left, people went suicide and people got injured Because of accidents outside this, and people moved.