Stuck in a Time Warp

Part 1: Chapter 3

Part 1: Chapter 3

Rosemarie’s Point of View: That Night

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Death

Easy; Simple

Painless; Numb

How I long that I could have this luxury

Not to feel the pain

Of lost friends

Of lost dreams

Of lost loves

Of lost lives

Immortality is eternal damnation

Stuck in a time warp

The world leaving you in the dust

Your friends like the scars on your wrists

When you tried to achieve it

Like the period at the end of the sentence

Death.

Death.

Poetry is my escape. Writing it, of course. Few mortals can compose a poem worth reading. They only capture the juvenile beliefs of the living. They can’t fully understand that the world will go on after their demise. I have seen and caused too many deaths to think such simple thoughts. How I envy their ability to die!

My birth certificate says that I was born on March 18, 1923. Still, the notion that I am actually eighty is extremely difficult to accept, especially when my body only portrays that of a sixteen year old.

I remember to day I lost my mortality. September 1, 1939. The very day Poland was invaded by Germany.

He said that he loved me! He promised me forever! He said the only thing the held us back was...

“Two years... Rosie, in two years, we’ll run away together! Two years, Rosie. Just two years. It seems like an eternity, but after that we’ll be together and it won’t matter at all!” My love, Leonardo Oliver di Revello, whispers into my ear.

Laying in the meadow at the edge of my father’s land, completely hidden from view from the house, we gaze up at the clouds that lethargically drift through the sea of the purest blue for miles. Ollie running his fingers through my long chocolate hair, my head resting on his chest.

“Ollie...?” I start, “Are you sure? I know you love me, and I love you, too, but... Running away is dangerous... Where will we go? We could not stay within the city. Or the state, for that matter! My father will have the FBI after you the moment he notices that I am not present! How will we travel? Your truck won’t be able to take that much use, nor is it legal to drive. If I take money the to pay for train tickets, even the cheapest ones, my father will notice. I want to go! I do, but... I ca--”

“Rosie. Rosie!” He says with a dark chuckle, “You have so little faith in me! I have it all planned. Your father will not even notice your absence until it is far too late to track us down. I shan't elaborate, your ignorance to my plans will keep you safe...” He trails off.

His plans, to kill my father, were called to a halt. I stopped Ollie that day. He bit me instead.

He never really loved me, anyway. The entire time, his plot was to “run away with me” and kill me. Just drink my blood and leave my body in the river.

“Rosemarie? Are you in here?” A voice calls through my pine green bedroom door, as Drew peaks his head in.

“How did you know that I was decent?!” I exclaim exasperated.

“Maybe I was hoping you weren’t!’” Drew jests, wiggling his eyebrows. “Composing a bit of free verse I see. May I?” He asks, referring to the poem setting on my desk by the open window. I watch him as he reads, his eyebrows furrowing, clearly not pleased with the morbid tone.

“Why do you long for death? Are you not content with your existence? With me?” He questions, locking his eyes onto mine.

He glides to the door, obviously sensing that I am, indeed, not pleased with my life, despite his recent presence in my life. By now, Drew must be accustom to my disdain towards vampiredom.