The Resurrection of Aubrey Miller - L. B. Simmons
“Um, hi.
“My name is Aubrey Miller, or Raven Miller, depending on what part of my life I’m referencing, and this is my story.
“I’m not going to bore you with every single detail, not yet anyway. All you need to know at this point is that, for many years, my life was a dark, endless abyss of death. It followed me around like I was some sort of knock-off, subpar grim-reaper. The overwhelming guilt of the role I played in each death reigned over my life, and many of those days consisted of me just trying to keep my head above the grief that consumed me.
“But that is neither here nor there. What is relevant for you to understand is that this is my story—my fight to emerge from underneath the shroud of death that I was fearfully hiding behind for so many years. And it happened over the course of four years, my college years.
“Those years, while for most are defined by constant partying and keg stands, with the occasional random hook-up—well, maybe more than occasional for some people—for me were just another pitiful reminder of my lack of social skill and personal grace. In the beginning. By the end, I had acquired life-long friends who helped guide me through some of the darkest parts of my life. In them I found the strength to lie to rest the person who walked onto campus that very first day, the one cloaked in death and darkness, and become the person speaking to you today.
“I am here to finally share my story.
“A story of discovering not only myself, but the meaning of true friendship and unconditional love. A story of some of the most challenging, yet most beautiful and awe-inspiring years of my life, in hopes that you will take something away from my journey.
“After all, when life gives you lemons, aren’t you supposed to make lemonade or some shit like that?
“Wait. What? I can’t say that?
“Oops. Sorry about that, folks.
“Anyway, back to why we’re here.
“Drumroll, please.
“So without further ado, here is the story of my resurrection.”