I WANT TO APOLOGIZE FOR THE LATE UPDATE. BUT, DEARS! GOOD NEWS: OUR EXAMS ARE DONE AND IT'S OUR VACATION NOW. GIVING ME MORE TIME TO BE WITH MY LAPTOP AND TYPE FOR MY STORIES! I LOVE YOU ALL! AND THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING AND HOLDING ON TO THIS STORY :D
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2nd week, 1st day
Journal,
I woke up with the breath of someone. It was breathing and his chest was slowly rising up and down. I was startled to see him lying beside me. But, instead of calling the cop or beating the shit out of him, I’ve done something that even I myself was surprised – I laid back beside him. For some reason, he made me feel warm, another thing that surprised me; he is WARM. I thought they were cold and no heartbeat or you won’t feel any pulse. He was the exact opposite, actually. He was warm, very warm. I didn’t fell asleep, I just laid there beside him, and it felt like I need not to do something.
He’s still here, fast asleep, and it was time for me to get up and write on you, journal. I need to prepare for school, too. So, I’m writing now, telling you what’s happening in my life. Yesterday, I met someone, and that someone thought he could be my friend. Maybe, he can. But, I don’t know. I just met him and what he did yesterday when I saw him was horrible, it wasn’t right. And here he is, asking to be my friend. What should I do?
Journal, I thought of Patrick, too. He was still here inside me, breaking me. I just want to move on, but, I don’t know how. I thought of finding someone, but even that is not easy. It’s not like, I could go on around this town and come up to someone and say “Hey! Can I use you, so that I could move on?” that would surely sound pathetic…
“Writing on your diary?” The man in my bed asked while yawning. I roll my eyes as I look at him.
“I’m writing some plans to kill you, actually.” I replied sarcastically.
“What are you doing here? Inside our house, inside my room, and in my bed?” I asked as I slowly rise from my seat. He chuckled and sprawled out in my bed, acting like he’s so comfortable in it.
“I just wanted to see you, and know that you’re safe…” he looks at me while smirking. “I guess I ended up sleeping beside you since it’s comfortable in here.”
I roll my eyes – again. “I thought vampires don’t sleep.” I stated.
This time, it was him who rolled his eyes and sat up straight in my bed. “Stop that crap. I’m tired of hearing those things. We sleep, we have a heartbeat, we eat human foods – although, I like it more when I drink blood. - And we are warm! And obviously, I’m hot.”
“Are you talking about a certain vampire movies?” I asked while grinning. He didn’t reply. He just smirked and stands up to stretch.
