Could It Be Dead Love?

This is just the prologue of a vampire story I am writing. SORRY THAT IT IS REALLLYY SHORT D:

You’d think that someone like me a death bringer would finally accept myself as being an outcast, but I haven’t. I’m 224 years old and still believe there might be hope and acceptance in the world of day walkers. I can walk around the sun but it just weakens any sort of abilities I have and makes me extremely thirsty. In the last year I’ve killed 3 people from campus. Yeah that’s right; I’m also a freshman in collage which makes life a ton more interesting.   

I continue to adore the woman that looks back at me in the mirror. I had the perfect emerald eyes when I was human but now they where an icy white. The paleness of my skin made me seem odd as the girls around here get spray on tans to look “hot”. If I ever got into a tanning bed I would burst into flames. Ouch. Another thing about being a vampire meant that I could never be in love. Well I’ve actually been in love many times but they have all died around me, killing any hope of a future. I walked over to the bedside table and saw the locket that I forever treasure; it was the last thing that Jake ever gave me. I loved it with all my solid cold heart. The descriptions over the locket was written in Italian,

 I cherish you with all of my heart.  

I usually cry every time I read that but today was going to change. A new day hopefully it will bring me happiness.

Continue? Yes, No? Could I change anything? Comment what you think.