The Hunter That Never Knew (ON HOLD)

Chapter 9- Do you believe in vampires?

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I sat in the park sobbing burying my face in my knees for what felt like five minutes when someone comes

"hey ammy" a voice said next to me.. wait only one person calls me ammy.

"hi harry" I said not looking up from between my knees, my tears had dried but I still felt sad. wow I managed to stop crying for a minute, who knows what else I could accomplish today.

See that's the thing about today, today like many other days, you feel like its going to be a great day, then something pops out of the blue and messes up everything so that good feeling you had, rushed down a river of your tears.

I wonder how long I had been here, I felt like i was in a little bubble where time didn't exist, where the rest of the world ticked around me but I remained unchanged, un noticed, the last broken solider.

the broken ones never seem to survive, if something get broken you chuck it out without another thought, or some people get it fixed, but how long does that last?

"i went back to your place because I felt bad for ditching you, but your dad said that you had gone out abut an hour ago and I knew that I would find you here" I didn't answer him

"your bleeding" he said looking down at my hand, I followed his gaze, I had a cut on my hand from when I slid down the pole and there was a jagged bit of metal from where the swing connected to the pole. It was a pretty deep cut but I didn't really care

"im not going to ask you if your ok because your obviously not, and don't expect me to make some bullshit speech about the world" he sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around me and I leaned into his chest. I felt like I was in an envelope that had just been delivered to the right person. If I feel like that then why do I still feel so depressed?

I let out the tears.. why do I always have to cry? I am so sick of crying! its just so hard now, its so hard to try, to try to pretend that everything is okay when really im just a broken vase that has been stuck together with two pieces of tape

I wonder if mum ever felt like this, her life must have been hard. I used to think when they found my mums car with her baggage and blood that mum was running away, not for a second did I think she was running away from me and dad but from her life, I thought she was broken too, on the inside, that she needed time.

Then I grew up, people were talking around town of the women who left her daughter with the depressed dad, heck they even sad stuff about their marriage failing or her being abusive and that she was a run away mum. I was angry at her for a while, but I couldn't be for long seeing as it wouldn't matter, she was dead.

And today? my life perspective has totally changed.

I wonder if she thought about us the night that she crossed slate bridge, the night when she left to be with.. with..

That vampire scumbag.

"harry?" I said not looking at him

"yes ammy?"

"do you... do you believe in vampires?" I whispered

"what was that?"

"do you believe in vampires?" I felt his body stiffen against me, he was pulling away

"no! harry please don't leave me! I couldn't bare lose you too!" I grabbed his shirt stuffing my face into his chest, new tears springing to my eyes. He relaxed and pulled my face up to his

"i would never leave you" he whispered then kissed me

"and yes"

"huh" i asked burying my face in his chest again