Bonnie Mae Carlton never wanted to love again. She had put her heart in someone else's hands and got it broken many times. She didn't want to love again. She wasn't sure she could love when she was a monster. She was terrified to love again until sh...
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New York, 1922.
When Bonnie Mae Carlton opened her eyes everything was different. Everything looked different, everything felt different. The hard wood floor she was sitting on felt strange against her skin. When she finally stood up she felt her throat sore, as if like she'd been screaming the whole night, as if it was on fire. She touched her throat as if she could alleviate the pain by doing so. Then she realized it, there was no pain, it didn't hurt. She felt like she could rip her own throat in order to stop the feeling. The door in the compartment she was in started to open.
"Miss," the man at the door said, she could feel something inside of her urging her to the man, "you're not supposed to be here," he smiled at her.
"Where am I?" Her voice came out hoarser than she remembered, it was strange.
"We have arrive at the final destination miss," the man said, instinctively Bonnie walked forward, the man stepped backwards, "New York?" He said awkwardly.
"I'm hungry," Bonnie said barely paying attention to the man, she stepped forward a little more, the man stepped back and stumbled with his own feet and fell to the floor. A scary thought crossed her mind.
"I'm not that hungry, am I?" She questioned herself.
Before she knew it she throwed herself at the man and bit the side of his neck. Under her the man squirmed in pain and was asking her to stop but she couldn't, she was too hungry to stop. Bonnie heard the man's heartbeat stop and only then she stopped biting his neck. She stood up too quickly, her hands were bloodied and her lips were too but the feeling she had in her throat was gone. She stepped back and hit a wall, she stopped breathing. There was a knot caught in her throat, she felt like crying but noticed she couldn't. Very slowly she stepped closer to the body of the man she might just have killed laying on the floor. There was blood all over him and he wasn't moving but Bonnie still hoped he was alive. Not wanting to be closer to the body she gently kicked it.
"Hey!" She whispered.
The man never answered or moved, she kicked him again harder enough for the body to move. A glimmer of hope that made her eyes shine inundated her.
"Hey," she spoke softly, no answers again.
She was getting nervous, so she kicked to body again but nothing. Very slowly she moved closer, she needed to be sure, check the pulse of the man. She had worked back home in Chicago as a nurse assistant, she knew what to do and how to do it. She kneeled down and gently touched the man's neck still all covered in blood, something within her felt hungry again. No heartbeat.
