How Else Can My Perfect Life Go Wrong? ~ON HOLD~

How Else Can My Perfect Life Go Wrong? Chapter 13 {Learning How To Live}

I'm really sorry this has taken so long. Seriously, I've had no time to write at all, my school gives me way too much work! When I actually HAD TIME to write I had noo insperation whatsoever. So finally we have chapteer 13!!!! sorry if it's boring, the next few chapters will be probably. but this is only the beginning anyway ;D

Also, if you read this you should read my other story Silent Tears because they have a lot to do with the other... if that makes sense.... sorta....

VOTE/COMMENT/FAN pwease :3 it would make me really happyyy!!!

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I woke disoriented and aching. I couldn’t really tell what was going on in the room and I didn’t care. I heard people bustling around and talking quietly but all I could think about was my sore limbs and splitting headache. My mouth was dry and my throat was burning and parched. I felt so weak that when I tried to get up I only moved about an inch before whining in frustration and settling back down.

I tried to open my eyes but I felt like the light pierced right through my scull. I decided to just lay there until I got more energy and my headache died down.

I lied there for a few minutes that felt like hours and then I forced my eyes to open and my head to take the pain, even though it cause me to groan.

I was still in Aaron and my room, but some things were out of place or missing. I couldn’t remember anything except the bad dream; it was like I never woke up from it but kept sleeping. But I had to have woken up and done something to be so sore!

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” I familiar voice to my right said. I painfully looked to my right and sent him a small glare, only to groan from the pain in my head. “The maid said you’d be really sore… I’m guessing she’s right?”

“No shit, Sherlock,” I growled at him with a harsh and raspy voice. I shocked myself with my own voice, I sounded like an old woman who had been smoking for her whole life. “What happened?”

“You went through your transformation yesterday,” Aaron started.  I knew that meant I was now a vampire, but it didn’t quite click. “You ruined our room and were pretty much suicidal. Then you thought I smelled good… It was a weird time all together.”

Suicidal? That was probably the most shocking part. I had never, ever, thought about hurting myself before. Not even here stuck with Aaron! I decided not to dwell on it too long, I had my head back and I’d never think like that again.

 “I thought you smelled good?” I asked in my weird husky voice. Aaron laughed louder this time. I opened my eyes a little and looked over at him, now curious.

“Yeah last night, you woke up in the middle of the night, jumped on me, told me I smelled good, then went back to bed!”

I laughed quietly and painfully at myself. It made me cough and then I groaned in pain.

"Why isn't the room all messed up?"

"They either fixed everything or got us new stuff, depending on how badly you crushed it."

“I don’t remember…”

“I know, the maid said you wouldn’t remember anything.”

“So what did I do exactly?” I asked, not really positive if I actually wanted to know.

“You went totally psycho and almost killed me, but the door looked more appealing so you ripped it off its hinges instead,” I glanced over and saw him smirking at me.

 “Whoops,” I said innocently. I smiled mischievously and he laughed in response. I loved his laugh; it filled my heart and gave me strength. I pushed myself up into a sitting position while listening to him. When he realized I sat up he stopped laughing. I almost lost all my strength and fell back but I caught myself with a groan. He quickly got up and helped me get stable. Once he was sure I was he sat back down, eyeing me.