If i was a book what kind of book would i be?

• Drama
• Fantasy
• Short story

								
If I were a book, what kind of book would I be? This question is highly interesting because if humans were books, there would be no copies. One book different from the rest there would be books that were similar in almost every form but no carbon copies. Now to the question, what kind of book would I be? I'd be horror fantasy book. Because my life is so unfathomably terrible that it is considered a fantasy. Betrayal, lies, abuse, narcissism, my story has it all. I'd be a black book with red lining to highlight the red you will see in your eyes as you read my story. White text for the title I always did prefer white and black is the difficult confusing pool of lies my life has been. I'd take any simplicity I could get. The spine would be covered in a red and white design of intertwining wires. As if scarring on the book. It would be dingy and tattered. On the brink of breaking kind of like me, it’d be slowly falling apart as people always rip it to shreds. I'd be a library book, nobody respects library books, they choose them because they have too. Like picking teams, I'd always get chosen last. When a book is falling apart its not easy to read, but a case can try and hide the tattered cover, but when you get past the cover you can see all the torn pages. What are you to do with torn pages? You could try and fix it but not many people choose to do that, most people put it back and choose a new book. My font would be courier, sophisticated yet emotionless; it would fit perfectly in my book. My book would be 1000 pages long as the story is indescribable and could be left in a few words but where's the enjoyment and profit out of that. Exactly there is none. 1000 pages 200 to my mother 200 to my siblings 200 to my friends 200 to my teachers 200 to my dad nothing compares to the way these people have hurt and helped me. I have so much too say but no freedom to say it. My book would stop in the middle of sentences and my book would be sad. This book would be so sad i'd go as far as to say hellen keller doesn't have anything on me. So much of my book would be sad that you’d put it down half way through but sometimes there would be little bits of light that shine through when you'd expect the tunnel that is my book, my life would be empty, dark and cold, so i guess my book would be a tragedy. If you are still reading this short story of a sort, props to you for being able to bare my whining. I'm sure it must have been terribly unbearable for you. Thank you for your time sincerely, leanne autumn hawkins 
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