Blanca Verome
immune
language
( Aug. 30, 2013)
I am immune.
Being immune is more of a curse than a blessing. When my mother died in my arms, I was still glad to be alive. When my best friend and her boyfriend convulsed on my living room floor, their parents already gone, I could still scrape up a little enthusiasm for not being there on the floor with them.
But now? Now I’m alone. And I wish I’d died with the rest of them.
Book 1 of The Immune series. This is a short story, not a full length novel.
Being immune is more of a curse than a blessing. When my mother died in my arms, I was still glad to be alive. When my best friend and her boyfriend convulsed on my living room floor, their parents already gone, I could still scrape up a little enthusiasm for not being there on the floor with them.
But now? Now I’m alone. And I wish I’d died with the rest of them.
Book 1 of The Immune series. This is a short story, not a full length novel.