The Start of my book.

My name is Tristan Wade Turner. I am twenty-six years old. I stand at a tall six foot, one inch. I had short brown hair. I have emerald green eyes that used to shine in the light. They are now sunken in. I used to have a dark tan from all the beach trips, but now my skin is pasty white. My body was all muscle. I used to swim twice a day. Now I’m lucky if I can get the strength to get off my bed.

I was twenty-three when I found out. I was so young. I remember thinking to myself, this can’t be happening to me. This never happens to people this young. I went through a phase of anger. I went off on everyone. I was mad at the world. I had so many emotions going through my head every day. I had stress and bills piling up that I couldn’t afford. The sicker I got, the more distant I seemed from the world. I was beginning to feel like an empty shell. I watched time, precious time, my only time left, fly past me and I couldn’t slow it down. Have you ever felt helpless? No matter how hard you try it is as though you can’t get out of this hole that has been dug for me. I just wish I could go back in time and change my actions.