Bloodthirsty.

Wrong Feels So Right.

After all the rush, he just stared. He didn't mind about the blood on my hands or the frenetic look on my eyes. He just wanted someone and I knew that someone was me.

"We can't," I whisper as I took a step back. My hands were burning from all the struggle. They trembled as Liam approached slowly. Just like if I was his prey and he didn't want me to get scared and run.

"You know how long I have repressed this urge. I know I was the one who told you it was all wrong, but," Liam put a hand on my waist line and it felt so warm and soft, so wrong and right." I can't stop this crave of kissing you."

His lips brushed mine and I held my breath. I rubbed my hands on the hem of my blouse and placed them in his chest. His heart beat so fast and strongly. And then it happened. He pressed his lips to mine and moved them slowly. I did as well and it was like we were in sync. A fire was starting to burn in my mouth as my knees went weak. I cling to him, so I won't fall. I felt my stomach tickling and my breathing getting heavier and it all faded away.

I woke up just to find out I was all alone.

As I opened my eyelids, I felt the fresh air of my open window, entering the room. My sister's bed was made and there was no sign of her.

For the past ten months I've been too busy to hang out with her and so did she. She was starting a new job and I was either with Liam or at college or dancing. I had to admit I missed her, though we fight a lot because we are very different, plus she wasn't my own blood. I missed her innocent talks and her optimistic thoughts.

I found annoying the way she worried about everything.

"Darling!" I heard that sweet voice I once loved hearing. Now it was just haunting me with the thought I could disappoint her with the real me.

"I'm coming, mom." I yelled, and my voice broke at that last word.

I was in between two different worlds. Right and wrong. My mind flooded with different thoughts. For example: would I trade my life with them for one with my biological parents? Was I capable of hurting my mom? Did I want to know what happened to my parents? Would I want to meet them?

I reached the kitchen which smelled of different things; Sweet, sour and salty.

"What are you doing?" I said moving my hands to get the smoke out of my way.

"Oh," her blue eyes encountered mine, "Pff can't you tell?"

"Mom, there are like a thousand different odors."

"Right," she said approaching me. "Today we'll have a family dinner and I'm making pasta and..." She continued naming other dishes she always does when family comes.

She shakes her arms trying to figure out what to do next. "Mom," I said taking a shiny apple. I wanted to know what she thought about my parents, what she'd think about Liam. "I know you and dad told me, I," I trailed off, thinking about the consequences this might bring.

"Yes, honey?" Her eyes looked at me.

"You know what? I am just babbling. My head is somewhere else." I faked a smile. "I'm going to change for my dance class." I said going upstairs.

"Honey, your breakfast!"

"I've got an apple."

"Okay."

I didn't want to be near her because I felt like a monster. I wonder if they think they shouldn't have adopted me.

I laid in bed for a while trying to figure myself out. The phone rang nine times but after the tenth I got lost in my thoughts and blackness filled my eyes.

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I found myself at an abandoned storehouse. I can't remember what I am doing here. I started walking towards the metal doors, when a soft moaning caught my attention. It sounded like a little kitten meowing. But that wasn't it.

I walked towards a trash container. It was bigger than me, so I stood on my tips and opened it. A strong odor hit my nostrils. It was a blend of blood and decomposing body. As I tilted my head in order to look better, my eyes caught a trembling body at the corner.

"God! Just go away. I swear I won't tell anyone!" A pale skinned girl shrieked with her hands over her face.

"Wait, what?" I asked as she bawled and hugged something beside her.

It was a skinny lifeless body and the girl held it so tight I felt a pinch of guilt in my heart.

Guilt? For what?

As she looked me right in the eye I recalled it.

She was running holding a redhead's hand and they both looked at me, they were terrified and I could feel all the rush running through my body.

The blade I held shined with the sunrays and hit the wall in front of me. Those girls had nowhere else to run and I had no other choice. I placed my index finger in my mouth as I held the black knife tightly. They started crying and I approached them, I wasn't sure of what I should've done next, but my hands knew it quite well.

First I dragged them inside the building and took the blonde to the trash container and the redhead to the center of the place. My head was spinning, while my hands were firm. I didn't say a word; I just took the girl's hands and tighten them. She wore shorts, so started with the legs. Her skinny legs and pale skin were so disgusting I had to cut them. I introduce the blade in a rush in her thighs and twisted it. She screams like I've never heard anyone scream, the pain she must've felt...

I continued with the blade in and out of her thighs and the more she screamed the more I wanted to see her suffering. All the blood running wasn't enough so I did it more quickly and more violent with all the strength my arms had.

I took her clothes off so I could see how the blood was pouring out of her stomach. Her screaming was like an energetic drink and the blood a drug for me. The blood ran slow and it was bright and its smell was intoxicating. I stopped when she stopped the yelling. At the end my hands started shaking, my mind wasn't sure what had just happened but my body did.

I went back to reality and the blonde girl was clinging to the bleeding body.

"I'm-" I trailed off because I knew I wasn't sorry and even if I was it wouldn't do any good or anything at all.

It had felt so right when my hands touched the warm substance and my eyes watched the brightness coming out of her body. I remembered my every move, though I couldn't tell how I got there or when. Was it all a dream and my nightmares are getting more realistic or it was one hundred percent real? Did I the guts to stab someone a thousand times?