The Strings Being Pulled

Ch 7

Liza's POV

I'm tired, probaly from crying being scared as hell. I feel embarrassed from crying infront of Harry. What an awful day...

The field is filled with flowers and has a rich green color, kinda like Harry's eyes. The vampire's eyes...they were dark, like a black hole and terrifying...thinking about is enough to make my breathing unstable.

I'm glad I managed to be useful for once while escaping but I shouldn't have cried like that. I'm an 18 year old who almost died. Just why did I cry? I mean yeah I have had insecurities through out my life but I have never cried like that because of them.

I shouldn't have cried in a situation like that! I should've been more focused, thought of a better way to escape but why? It wasn't even the fear I got from the vampire that made me cry. It was a trigger for me to cry from my insecurities! I've only known Harry for a month, why did I let myself cry around him? Why? What is wrong with me? I couldn't even cry around my family.

"Liza." Harry breaks me out of my thoughts, I feel myself blush from hearing his voice.
"Yes...?" I look up at him, his eyes are filled with concern.
"Your breathings shaky." he takes a step closer to me.
"I was just in my thoughts..." I reply
"Is there anything more bothering you?" he asks me in a concerned voice
"No." I answer sternly.

I regret using that tone when answering him but I don't wanna worry him anymore. I feel so terrible...I hate myself so much right now. I'm normally all tough and loud but right now I'm just weak.

Nothing more, nothing less and I feel like Harry is better off without me. I mean, we only decided to help eachother because of our similar goals so it's fine if we split up right? What part of me is even good? My looks? My voice? My personality? Or am I just loud and annoying? Probably the last part.

I feel so fucking useless, my life only had one meaning which was to give my parents money from my death now i'm free. But killing the vampire looks impossible now, I'm just weak and can't be good enough.

"Idiot." Harry breaks me out of my thoughts again
"Huh...?" I look at him surprised
"I can tell you aren't feeling well." He looks concerned
"I'm fine..." I mumble
"No, stop lying." he leans closer to me.
"I'm not lying..." I look away
"Then why the hell do you seem like on the verge of tears?" His hand moves my face so I can meet his eyes. "I shouldn't be so pushy but really, I think I might care a lot for you.
"Sorry..." I mumble.
"No need to say sorry." he pats my shoulder.

He moves away and I don't know why but I wish he didn't move away. I shouldn't be thinking on these things. We should be working on a plan to kill the vampire in 2 years...I'm not acting myself, I'm not thinking like how I am thinking. Am I ok with how I'm acting and thinking?

I don't know...the field is green and the flowers add color, the forest behind me is rich in life, Harry is strong and calm, the vampire has strength beyond my imagination and me?

I'm just weak and loud. The only thing I feel good about myself right now are my looks. But looks, what do they do? Sure people might treat me better than if I looked worse but what's the point when I have no one? The world, it seems dark...almost pitch black and then...nothing. The last thing I feel is two warm arms catching me.

"It's almost Liza's eighteenth birthday!" My mom smiles at my dad eagerly.
"Damn right!" My dad responds. "We are gonna be out of our debt soon!"
"Finally." she replies.

I stand there behind a wall, my parents seem happy about me dying soon. I don't get why, do you get money if you offer your childs blood? So money is more important than your child? Ok, i've always been a good for nothing but why does this hurt so much? Why am I crying? I wipe away my tears and go outside. I can't face my parents right now.

The sky is clear, people are smiling and children are playing. I go around my house to find my friends since I'm supposed to meet up with them around this area. I search a little near the park and see a familiar redhead, Jessica! Besides her is my best friend Cassandra. I'm about to run up to them but then I hear something that doesn't surprise me.

"I'm kinda glad that the angel is late." Cassandra states.
"It's nice not hearing her dumb voice." Jessica responds.
"I'm jealous of how she gets compliments about her looks." Cassandra sighs
"She is annoying as fuck though." Jolly puts her arms behind her head
"Damn right!" Cassandra smirks

I can't help but sigh, that's why I never tell them about how I'm gonna die. I've eavesdropped on many conversations like this. I keep being their friend because they are the only people that hangout with me. I stopped pranking people, started to dress up more, put on fake acts and yet I'm an annoying bitch to everyone, including them. Goodness, let's just get this day over with.

As expected, they end our 5 year friendship and I no longer have friends.

Pathetic, am I right? The only reason they probaly hanged out with me is most likely because of how attractive people always approached me because of my looks.

I don't have any talents, hobbies, achivements or anything special at all. I'm just some stupid angel that likes to prank people but pranking just makes people dislike me even more...That demon from almost 2 years ago though...I feel like he is the first person that treated me like an actual person. Well, considering the circumstances, it isn't surprising.

I wake up in warmth, comfort but not the comfort of a bed. What happened? Did I pass out? Assuming by what I remember, I passed out most likely but why? I remember being in my thoughts so I don't get how that is the reason of me passing out.

"Awake?" a familiar voice asks me.
"How did I pass out?" I look besides me, it's Harry sitting besides me.
"I don't know but I'd assume from exuhaustion." he answers calmly
"Oh..." I look up at the sky, it's dark...

How can something like that happen? The sky is filled with stars. I can hear some crickets but I can't really focus on them. Harry's eyes, they're glowing but I can't tell why...Sure is peaceful out here in the field...

"Hey..." I mumble
"Yes?" Harry responds
"We never really got to know about eachother..." I look up at him.
"I know..." he sighs.
"So, can we have a friendship?" I ask . "If that's what you want, but then I want to tell you something in that case." he responds

What did I just ask and why does he seems ok with it? Atleast I can finally have a good friend.

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Hi, uhm the pacing is too fast, I know. Well, I honestly don't know where I am going with this but let's hope for the best!

Future me: My sanity is at zero for working 10 months straight, where did I go wrong?