𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢

head .. throb.

i wake up - my head throbbing even more than before.

i don't really remember much, but i'm on my couch - laying down.
that's when it all comes to me, i immediately sit up and look around - nobody's there. he must've scattered off.
how could he?

'no, no, no...' i silently plead to myself, making a praying motion with my hands. i run up to the bathroom and lift my head up to check my neck.

crap.

my eyes are met with a huge bite on the side of my neck, and the sight is certainly not pleasing at all.
it doesn't look 'aesthetic' or, 'cute' like the vampire movies. it looks terrible - and when i say terrible, i mean terrible. it's horrific, it almost makes me puke as i stare at it more.
at least i'm not a full vampire.

but when i see that man, oh it's over.
over for him.
over with everything.
i don't want to be around these boys anymore, they've caused me too much stress and worry. i need to get away from them, but how do i?

for now, i get a big bandage and peel off the little seal - i put it on my neck, hopefully nobody will suspect anything. i wish that the bandage was thinner, so that i could put foundation over it - but i guess this will have to do. it's better than having my bite exposed to the public.

i then hear a knock on my door, worried - i go into my kitchen and take out a knife.
and yes, it's gotten to that point.
they knock one more time, and i sneak over to the door - my knife still inhand.

i quickly open the door, my knife raised up in the air - i'm so lucky i didn't bring it down onto the person.
it's eliana.
'ELIANA!' i yell out, immediately dropping the knife onto the ground - giving her a tight hug.
'DELILAH!' she yells back, hugging me tightly as well.
the hug goes on for so long, i haven't seen her for a few days but it feels like it's been a few years.
'oh my gosh, how have you been? has any drama happened while i was gone?' she smirks, putting her hands on my shoulders.
i sigh, 'no - not really, it's boring. i've been staying home.'
'awe, for me?' she replies in a cocky tone.
i put my hands on her shoulders, 'yes - for you, eliana.' me and her chuckle, then give each other a kiss on the cheek.

~

we both sit on my bed, gossiping about whatever and talking about whoever.
'i wonder if gustav and eva still have something going on.' she then asks, 'have you and gustav been talking?'
i mockingly gag, 'ew! gosh, no. i don't play with cheaters, i'm better than that.'
'good, have you blocked his number?'
'yeah, i have - don't worry.' i chuckle.

we both chuckle a bit, but then i can hear her chuckle die down into that fake laugh when someone tells you an unfunny joke.
i notice immediately and ask, 'what's wrong?' i raise my eyebrow.
she noticeably looks at my neck, 'that.' she points at my neck, it doesn't hit me for a second - but when it hits me, it hits me HARD. she's pointing at my bandage, my bite.
'oh, this?' i reply ever so casually with a slight smile. but little did she know that deep down i was terrified. i didn't want to bring this up so fast, i don't want her to worry or be mad - or feel negative at all. the girl's just came back from the hospital for goodness sake.
'yeah, what else?' she sneers.
i fidget my fingers together out of her sight, i put my hands in my lap - trying to think of an excuse.

but as i'm thinking and noticeably sweating, she then speaks up.

she gasps, and puts her hand over her mouth.

'oh my gosh, delilah - are you serious .. ?'

my eyes widen, then my breathing slows down as i then admit it, 'yeah, i didn't know how to tell you...'

i blink slowly, expecting her to act awkward as well at the LEAST. i mean, if i'd have found out that my friend gotten bitten by a vampire - or better yet, one of my boyfriend's best friends, i would've been freaking out by now.

but then as i look up at her, she doesn't seem sad.
or mad.
worried,
or even nervous...
instead - she has this HUGE smile on her face, it completely disturbs and scares me. scares me so much to the point i actually audibly gasp.

'you got a HICKEY?' she loudly says, almost yelling - in glee.
i don't know how to respond, i really thought she knew the REAL reason of why i was so 'nervous'.
but instead of correcting her, telling her what really happened, the real reason i have this huge bandage on my neck ...
i play along.
'aha, yeah! how'd you know?' i smirk, snickering a bit. i'm a good liar, so she'll definitely be fooled by my amazing acting skills.
'i mean duh, why else would you be so paranoid/nervous about it?' she giggles. her voice and tone sounds like she's chewing gum constantly, but she isn't. guess that's just how she sounds?
'because that's not what really happened...' i whisper to myself as she stands up and checks herself out in my bathroom mirror. it slipped out of my mouth, but luckily she didn't hear me, so she won't question me about it.

then suddenly, i get a text from kimberly.

k - hey delilahhh :)

i can't deal with this right now.

d - kimberly, please - i'm sick of this.
k - sick of what?

they can't be seriously this stupid, can they? it's pissing me off just looking at their little 'sick of what' text message.
whenever i meet an obnoxious person, i always hope and pray to myself that they'd meet someone just as annoying as them so they know how NORMAL people feel.

i'll just express my annoyance in a paragraph, have i mentioned that in the last couple of days they've been asking about it too? like non-stop asking me if i'm okay and stuff, i mean - i appreciate the worry but STILL knock it off please.

i decide to get to texting, if i want to get rid of them i'd have to get rid of them right now and REALLY fast.

' kimberly, i've had enough. okay? you're not a bad friend, but we're not exactly the bestest of friends either. i'll be completely honest - you're annoying. i'm sorry to say it but youare. please stop asking about me, if i'm okay, and having those creepy weird emoticons on your messages - because that too in itself is just weird.
please block this number because i don't really wanna be your friend, and i'd bet after reading this you wouldn't wanna be mine either. so do yourself a favor and please cut me off and all contact you have with me, ty - delilah x '

i hit send in almost an instant, it'll be refreshing once i get kimberly off of my back -  that'll be a start to finding out how, who and when i need to cut someone else off.
until, i get another notification.

'no.' - k
'what the hell do you mean no? i'm being loud and clear.' i type back, what the hell do they mean 'no'? it's not their choice.
'i mean you're not getting rid of me. not that easily. i know why you want to get rid of me, and it's not going to happen.' - k
'then tell me, tell me what's going to happen if i do get rid of you.' - d
'i won't tell you that.' - k
their words stress my brain out, and this is NOT a good time for me to stress out, i just want to be relaxed.
'then if you can't tell me that - tell me why i AM getting rid of you.' - d

i decide to test them on their knowledge, to see what they REALLY know about me - like they know anything, anyway.

'alright.' - k
'have you perhaps ... seen someone lately? :)' - k

their little smile creeps me out - but i let them continue, actually paying attention to their texts.

'like who?' - d

'perhaps .. a shadow?' - k

they can't be talking about what i think they're talking about, can they? they can't know about that.

'maybe .. felt a little uneasy? never feeling alone even when you are, like a presence has always been around you?' - k

i'm so creeped out right now.
it's true, though.
when i actually am alone, i feel like something's there .. something else watching me. well, not a something, but a someone? i can't be hallucinating.
how can they even know about that? i haven't told anyone about that, nor have i even thought about it that much.
i decide to deny their claims.

'no, you're just talking nonsense - whatever this bullshit you're pulling, you need to stop. it's not funny.' - d

'it's not fake, nor a joke. and i think both you and me know that, delilah. :)'
'but since you want to play like that, we can.' - k

they then start to type, each second feeling like it's slowing my breath down. i feel uneasy once again, but what am i supposed to do about that?

'my brother was right, your blood wasn't half bad..' - k

my eyes widen, and i immediately block the number.
no, no, it can't be.

i get up, looking at the bandage on my neck thoroughly as my thoughts start to unravel, like there's a race inside of my mind.

i pick up my phone again, my eyes scanning through the text message.

there's only one person i know that has a brother,
one that has tasted my blood.

kimberly ..

kim-bill-ree?