Forever young

Chapter 1

(Tw. Mentioning of suicide and fighting)

Henry's POV:

Sometimes I wish that I was alone in this world.

There is so many things that I have seen, touched, tasted and smelled that everything I get near bore the hell out of me. Nothing in this world will ever be enough for me.

I have this inner dialog while I get the chair and the rope ready.

- "Guess this is it then". I say to myself as I tie the rope around my neck.

Suddenly loud stomps appear on the other side of the door and the door slams open.

-"Henry, mother says dinner is rea - WHAT THE HELL!?" my brother screams.

-"You son of a bi-" I start but my brother interups me.

-"MOTHER!!! HENRY'S GOING TO HANG HIMSELF AGAIN" He screams while smirking at me.

Mother would usually come stomping up the stairs while screaming angrily, threatening to crusifie me again but this time she tells us to behave and that I can't ruin my collar which Mrs Lington, our main house cleaner, just ironed.

My brother's smirk dissapear quickly after realising that I didn't get in trouble and I smirk at him instead while sliding the rope off my neck and over my head, ruining my dark curls.

My brother, Nicholas, frowns at me while turning his heal and stomps back to his room, just as loud as before while I walk to my bed to find my diary in the drawer on the right. I crash down on my king sized bed while flopping through the pages trying to find an empty one.

'Hi shitface,

Today marks 40 years ago since I last g of blood. I had started reading books about these bloodsucking monsters who seduce women and then feast on them. I had to admit that I tried it once but it wasn't for me. I just like the taste but I don't have the energy or mind to kill anyone.

It isn't really my thing.

That's the interesting thing about people (mother despite when I call them people, as if we were equals, and would prefer me to call them humans instead but I couldn't care less), they can just say that something isn't really their thing and everyone just accepts it. If mother and father were to know that I despite our nature, they would have me crusified. Again.

Two weeks ago we arrived to England which father persuasively explained was our new home for the next 5 years.

That idiot.

As if he forgot that I am the only vampire in our family who doesn't age.

August 22th, 1998'

I put the black pen in between the pages, so I don't have to look for an empty page next time, and close the book. I put it on my chest while crossing my arms over my eyes. I usually do this at night to trick myself that I'm sleeping.

That's one thing I would love to do. Just sleep.

Before I became a vampire, I remember that I used to dream. It was the most precious thing to me because I was always so lonely and had no one to play with, except Nicholas. One thing that happens when you become a vampire is that you get a gift. A magic gift, that represent the most precious thing in the whole world for you.

My magic gift gives me the ability to give and decide other human's dreams when they sleep. Mother's gift is the ability flowers and trees grow however she wants so our land has always been covered with the greenest trees and most spectacular flowers. Father's gift is having the ability to fly but not higher than the clouds on the sky. And Nicholas gift is having the ability to make any material into clothes.

I haven't used my ability yet on anyone before. I just haven't met the right person yet.

I put my arms down and sit up in my bed while looking at the backpack on the floor beside the bed.

Shit. I'm late!