Derek looked at Adair. She looked shocked, scared. Something Derek has never seen before. “Are you okay?!” He asked
“We just hit someone!” Adair emphasised.
They both felt the fright of the risk of killing someone.
“You need to call for help!” Derek exclaimed as he got out of the car to check the body. He bent over to have a closer look of the woman’s face. He gently checked her pulse on her arm noticing a ring on her finger.
“What have I done?” Her hand came to life and grabbed Derek’s hand faster than a blink of an eye. She got his neck, biting it and sucking his blood, leaving Derek dry. Drip drop.
“There’s no signal” Adair said as she came out of the car.
But there was no sign of Derek. She looked everywhere. It was silent; there were no sounds, only little tapping noises as if something was leaking. She looked up at the tree and suddenly a loud noise from the back of the car is heard. She looked behind. It was Derek’s body. His neck bitten with blood powering down like a waterfall: The dark deep red colour of his blood contrasted with his white pale skin. Adair screamed and ran for her life. But who is faster, a mortal or a vampire?
The smell of freshly-mown grass and flowers was so strong yet too tender the sunlight is shining on the grey granite tombstones. There is a reflection of Rose sitting on the bright green grass, biting her pen and thinking about what to write.
“Dear diary, today it will be different. It has to be. I will smile, and it will be believable. The smile will show that I’m fine.-that I feel much better now. I will no longer be the sad girl who lost her parents. I will start fresh. Be someone new, I will make it through”
On the first day at school everything was normal. Rose gathered that her plan– acting like everything is okay, was working.
“Who’s that guy?” Rachel asked as she puffed up her hair.
“I don’t know,” replied Rose, trying not to show any interest.
“I’m sensing he is from Chicago and he plays guitar,” Rachel stated while fixating on the new student joining Country Hill High School.
“Oh God, are you really going to continue with this physic nonsense?” queried Rose.
Peter walked through the hallway and entered the toilet.
“One second, Peter!” Rose ran after Peter and followed him to the toilet.
“Peter! You cannot keep doing this to yourself, look at you, you’re a mess. This has to stop now!” Rose demanded.
“You can’t stop me Rose,” responds Peter.
Rose tried to grab Peter’s arm “You watch me!”
“Leave me alone!” Peter ran out of the toilet. Rose sighs. Rose thought about how bad her life has turned out. But she is reminded of her wow of staying positive and chasing away the unpleasant thoughts. She knew she must carry on and put on a front that she was okay.
Rose walked out of the toilet, and looked in shame. She was thinking about how she was losing control over the only person left in her life: her brother. Suddenly she bumped into the new student that joined the school. There was intense eye contact which felt it cannot be cut with a knife. Rose fixates on his beautiful hazel eyes, mixed with a tint of blue.
“Sorry I didn’t see you there” He said.
Rose takes a moment to reply. She feels like someone has taken her words from her mouth.
“Oh no, it’s my fault. I wasn’t looking at where I was going.” She responded and bit her lip.
It was after school and Rose went to the graveyard to see her parents’ gravestone. It was silent; apart from her, no one was around. She liked it that way: being alone.
She then turned towards her diary and whispered:
“Dear diary, I made it through the day. I must have said ‘I’m fine - thank you’ numerous times and didn’t mean it once. But no one noticed. When someone asks how you are, they really don’t want an answer.”
A black bird descended on top of her parents gravestone. It had a large dark coloured thrush with black plumage. The long tail was so pointy at the end, it hopped with both feet rather than walking.
Rose sat still and became quiet for a while. She just starred at the gravestones. Flashbacks were racing, about the car crash with her parents shadowing in her mind. A black silhouette appeared from across the graveyard. The black bird flew across and preached itself upon its shoulder. Her hand recklessly struggled through her bag. She found her only weapon and with a force she pulled her deodorant out of her bag. Its shadow was still there, however its figure was nowhere to be seen. A hand grabbed her throat and another grabbed her weapon. She could hear a crusty dry voice whispering in her ear, ever so gently: “Do not scream! “The man said.
As this man spoke, Rose got horrible chills that rapidly electrified around her body. “A new life is the answer,” the man said.
The grip around her throat became stronger and stronger with the pain of server al puncture marks bursting through. Just as she began to attempt to release herself… she collapsed.
She woke up; it was completely dark with no one in sight. She turned on the light on the watch her mother gave her. It was 3:02 AM. She felt reinstalled, new, and fresh.
Trying to put her experience in perspective, she attempted to get up, assuming it will be hard. An increasing noise was getting louder and louder with a rather ear-piercing noise occurring right at the back of her mind. The noise was too sharp, she couldn’t take it any longer.
“Leave me alone!” she screamed.
Suddenly, she felt an exciting thirst quench - but it was not water she wanted.
And that’s how it all began.
