Knowing Who I Am

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     He left me after having the conversation. I got confused of what he said. There were lots of questions that came in my mind: "Who am I?" "What am I?" "What did George mean?" It felt like I didn't know who I am. I tried to forget what George said but it keeps coming up in my mind.
   
      I went home in the cold breeze of air. I tried to think of something else, but I just couldn't. I was very tempted to ask George what he said to me awhile ago but I didn't, because he might think that he got into me. So what I did was observe the common things we do. He did look pale and felt cold (we accidentally touched each other once) since I turned 18, I didn't really understand the stuff I do every night. I didn't really understood why I bit the bully. He actually died because of me that is why no one dares to touch me. 
   
        Before classes students gather around George while I was sitting on my chair which was located in the front row near the window corner. George always tells the students some stuff like his experiences. When the other girls sees George aproaching me they give me an evil, cold, dark look. I gave them my poker face look. I always looked gloomy so they just walk away.

      George always invites me going with him around the mall. He told me that I was the reason why he came to my school. He also told me that I'm not "just human". I didn't really understand what he meant but I thought it was,some sort of clue to what he told me yesterday. I went hom after wards and tried to fit the pieces together.
1: I was not entirely human
2: I bit a bully in school
3: Me and George look pale and felt cold.

One thing I could think of was that I was a vampire, but  I was not burnt by the rays of the sun nor silver
So the real question is: What am a I?

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