That One Story

Dont tell a soul

Imagine, your lifeless body rising from the grave which held you under for days. You burst through the mud, your hand, face, and clothes all covered in dirt as you pull the rest of your friends out. That's your group, out to get those who choose to stay out late. The drunk, the broken, and the trouble makers; those who are considered to be the low lives and need to be taken out of the world because no one needs them or want them. That's why you're there to suck the lives out of them; to suck and to drain the blood from their veins and disgusting bodies. But what is it like to be them? To feel the pain of blood oozing from your neck. To have your blood being drained from all over. Does it really hurt or, does the pain excite you? Do you like the pain because it's better than what you've been feeling all week? You only ask this question because you forgot what it's like to feel, real pain, to even feel pain at all.

Waking up every day and attacking those who seem pleasing to the eye but, then again everyone seems pleasing to the eye; even your own kind, your own blood. Life is hard, even if you don't considered yourself to be alive. You still make decisions, you still have a job; well even though you don't get paid for what you're doing, the outcome your job is pretty amazing. Maybe one day you could be friends with someone from the "living" side. Maybe you can, maybe you can't. No one's ever tried because they either run away or the sound of their heart beating, the sound of their warm blood pumping through their veins, the smell of their blood mixing in with their personal smell is too much for anyone to handle. The smell, all of them allows you to see into their soul. To play their thought like a movie. As you tip their head to the left you can already see the blood circulating, you can already feel it. The screams, the struggle and the pain you exert on them is too much of a rush for you. As your teeth bite down harder into their neck, the warm blood cells dance with your taste buds. Your mouth then acts like a vacuum, wanting more and more because once someone has all this power it never goes away and all of a sudden, it stops. No more blood flow, no more struggling or pain. No more kicking or screaming. Only a lifeless body in the hands of yours, only a single breath leaves the body and you take your teeth out.

You ask why I have told you these things, why I feel I need to tell you or anyone for that fact. It's a story, and within a story there is heartbreak, within heartbreak there is sadness and tears, and within that there is a story about me.