Under the Vampire's Poison called Love

CHAPTER 2: Blue Scene

Jaydon's point of view:

I am humming my favorite song, Rooftop, which I wrote and composed myself. I am still wearing shorts. Damn. Who is in the mirror?

"It's me, Jaydon!" I chuckled.

As I reached for my toothbrush, my hand began to tremble aggressively, joined by my pale face. My left shoulder ached. My eyes are so sore that I cannot even look in the mirror. I am screaming silently in pain. I was gasping for air and trying to catch my breath. Che-Che's sneering visage appears unexpectedly, increasing my anguish.

Why?

My knees have grown weak from the pain. I had to sit on the floor. I cannot stop screaming in pain.

What should I do? I am about to lose my mind. I should not look for any help. No one should ever see me in this kind of state.

I tried all my beast to bear the pain until I ran out of energy and passed out.

/

"Jaydon, are you still not finished?"

"Your breakfast is ready. Eat it while it is still hot!"

I awoke with a headache after a loud knock on my bathroom door. Do I fall off?

I looked at my phone to see what time it was, but it glided to the ground as my hand trembled.

The blue scenario I was in felt very real as if I were there by myself. Where in the world is that place? I can't forget the feeling I had there. I had never had a memory of that place. Yes, that was what it looked like. Nothing in the world would be like that place.

Damnit.

I did not even go overboard. This pain seems distinct from the pain I have been experiencing for a long time. I slowly turn my arm. It stings. Add that odd dream.

I completely forgot about what happened yesterday when one of our senior students took her own life and jumped off the rooftop, causing her death.

Everyone, especially Che-Che, is shocked. She grinned at the dead body at first, but as the shouts of the other students sounded, she became sick. So, rather than doing nothing or hoping no one would see us, I hugged her tight in an uncomfortable position to calm her down.

It was a lengthy process. The police struggle to move the lifeless body that fell from the rooftop. The one that worries me the most is Che-Che.

She is enigmatic.

/

Yet it took me a while. To gain the strength to get up on my own and go down.

I heard the news on TV as I walked down the kitchen.

"Why are there always crime incidents in our neighborhood?"

"Are you doing your job well?"

"Fire, building collapse, abduction, rape, killing, and now

suicide? What is next? "

"We all want the appropriate solution and the quickest possible

action."

"How can we trust the police? "

"A lot of people are here to protest outside the police station. They have all become afraid of the occurrences happening in this area. Will the police get the leads about the killings? Or will there be another death? This is NKL News reporting!" The reporter said this, sighing.