Ch.2
Weeks, days, months, and years had passed. Everything I thought I knew was already gone. All the memories of this past week had gone over my head. It's been 2 years since my sister Lucy died. Nothing really happened since then, just the same old crap. Waking up every day and feeling like you just got done having a party with the devil, your body aching and stiff, you know the usual. The pain shooting up your body every time you tried to move. Ugh, that reminds me, I have a funeral to go to. I get out of bed tired and sad. I didn't want to go to the funeral. Who would? Who would want to go to their best friend's funeral especially if you're the one who caused him to die? My head starts to hurt again. The flashbacks of that night will haunt me forever.
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That One Story
Про вампировIn this book there is two stories that twist and combine together. Ben and Harry the two best friends that go through everything together face the dangers of being who they are. They aren't ordinary people, let's just say not people at all.
