𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

I | III

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CHAPTER — III
part one

YOU LOOKED outside, it was June 16th and the sun was shining brightly. The landscape was full of fields filled with beautiful looking flowers and wheat, the air smelled fresh and you could see the sea. It was sparkling and fresh and full of hope—just like you were.

You don't know why this memory is flashing through you, but you don't fight it. A smile draws itself on your lips, the first one in three days.

You sat straighter in your seat, your mother was softly singing along to whatever was playing in the radio and your dad was focused on driving, however, you noticed the smallest hints of a small on his face.

You were moving into a new town on the outskirts of Ushinawareta. Your father had decided it would be a great idea to see a new scenery, after the tragic death of your grandma and your aunt, two months ago.

Ushinawareta was a small but nice town, full of nice people, and not too far from Tokyo, your father had told you.

Your mother had been the most affected, having lost her sister and her mother in one night. Their cause of death had always been ambiguous—and if you're honest, you really didn't know what had happened. It was an extremely touchy subject.

However, the prospect of a new life filled you with excitement. You heart felt warm, just like the hot summer day. Everything was going well and everything should've been going even better.

Thinking about the past, when you were happy, actually hurts more than looking at your current situation.

Now, you're nothing more than a broken shell of yourself. Empty and broken.

You cry and cry, the tears falling down on their owns, your sobs racking through your body.

What exactly are you crying for ?

You're not sure, a multitude of thoughts and emotions are swimming in your mind, drowning you, and you don't know what exactly it is that you are feeling right now. Maybe a mix grief, sadness and betrayal.

You only moved here one week ago. How could everything go so bad in 8 days ?

Maybe it's simply a dream, another one of your horrifying nightmares. Soon enough you'll wake up, and you'll be back in your previous home, and you'll be okay.

You've now discovered something that turned your world upside down. How can you possibly convince yourself that everything will ever be the same ? You're tired of running away.

But what are you supposed to do ? Fight them head-on ? Frankly, it sounds like a suicide mission. You can't even do basic physical activity without fainting... how could you do anything against a bunch of bloodthirsty vampires.

However, you've been thinking about it over the last two days, and the best idea you've come up with is to ask for help. But you're not stupid. You know they aren't simply going to believe a little girl. You're thinking about bringing an irrefutable proof to the police and ask them for help.

Even better yet, make them witness it for themselves.

The only problem is that you don't know how to do it.

You'll have to think about it some more.

You absently touch the bite marks on your chest and your neck. The supposedly mosquito bites. You wonder how many people they've killed—and why it is that they haven't killed you yet.

So many elderly people have been dying in this town.

Perhaps they have not yet realized you're no longer under—whatever it was that made you disregard the world around you to focus simply on them. You're lucid, you're aware. Maybe they're underestimating you, thinking you're too weak to do anything. Or maybe they aren't underestimating you, and you really are this feeble.