The End, to the Beginning, to the End

My mother always told me the end of the story first.

She never had a real reason to, or if she did, she just wouldt tell me. As I got older, I just accepted it. I would never be surprised by someone falling in love, or a beloved characters death, because I always knew it was going to happen.

When I was a teenager, I finally got upset. I asked her why, for probably the millionth time, and she still didn't give me a reason. All she said was "We don't like surprises." Which was a blatent lie to me; but I'd never really given that thought. Did I hate surprises?

During college, I grew distant to her. I read my stories beginning to end, without ever touching the last page befor the first. I all but forgot about my mothers weird tendancies. Junior year of college I stopped reading all together. The twists and turns were annoying, and I hated not knowing what would happen. For the life of me I couldn't figure out why. Reading quickly lost its flame.

Life is a story in itsself. After college I started to hate life. Not mine necessarily, but the whole idea of it. I couldn't predict, I didn't know how it would end, when it would end or where it would start. I couldn't make anything out of life; nothing like the worlds I would create when mother told me my stories. The end would be the basis for my worlds, and the universe I built around them came from the story. But once I left home, those worlds lost structure.

Even with that revelation, it took me until my mother passed to figure out why I hated reading. I didn't know she was leaving me. When I heard she'd faded, it was too late. I could have saved her, I knew I could have. But I stopped reading, and I never read the end of her story. The ending is the worst part.

I took on her job, Fate made me, since her sister had died. Now, I read the lives of everyone, each story is different, and the endings are always at the begining. If I had gotten to read my mothers story, I wouldn't be stuck here. I would still be a human... But would that be any better?

No.

But at least now I know why my mother always told me the end of the story first.