Blood [#Wattys2015 | #JustWriteIt | #FreshStart]

CHAPTER 7

Far away, the sun was up now, strong, shining through the trees. Vampires like me don't like it. I put my hood on and bowed my head walking. I kept walking without looking. I crashed several people – They might be angels – Or they might be fallen angels? This world became more and more dangerous when there was a complex combination of everything existing. I wanted to know the truth, the hidden truth that Jason tried to put it away. One week has almost gone but I felt like a century had passed. So many things had happened all at once. It was not that I felt tired; it was just that I got stuck between the feeling of finally knowing who I fell for and so far, the feeling of being afraid that I could lose this person one day. Not only could I give him a hand but I even put him at risk. I was ruining his life while he's been scarifying. For me. For eleven years. I didn't have anyone to blame so I blamed myself for being born to be a vampire. In a snap, I just wanted to run away from this life, this fate which had been horribly placed on me.

Tubes from Oxford Circus station led me straight to school. Classes started at 10am and finished at 12am. It was just two relaxing hours of Academic Skills today but I made it in a daze.

Afterwards, I also had to meet Harry – my Chemistry teacher to take all the handouts and practises from yesterday to revise. As I did mention, there was a weekly test waiting for me tomorrow and this week would be about Chemistry. So I had no choice but to put all tiredness and unimportant stuff behind my back to study in the library. At the same time, I wanted to avoid Jason as carefully as possible; after all, I wasn't brave enough to face him. However, at the bottom of my heart, I longed to know how he's been doing today. Computer has been turned on; I logged in, took a deep breath to refresh my brain and started working on my homework. Three hours had passed in my complete concentration. Except that I kind of had numbs everywhere and my stomach was protesting because I haven't eaten anything since morning, I felt quite satisfied with my self-learning. Taking a sip of coffee, I rubbed my eyes which were too tired looking at the computer and leaned over the chair, finally having time to check my phone. I set it silent so now I received five missed calls and a message from Mom. This always happened.

Mom just wanted to let me know that she will go home two day earlier than expected. That meant she will be at home by the time I come back from school. I wasn't sure whether I was happy at the moment or not. The situation was getting more complicated and she is a human; she can do nothing to help and in particular, she was living with a ticking-time bomb which was me, obviously. But the fact that it was the first time she's had a business trip and I haven't seen her for three days made me want to meet her right away.

I collected my stuff and put my backpack on. The minute I stood up, from my eyesight, there was no doubt that I saw Jason sit at the third computer row which was two rows far away from my seat. I didn't dare to turn sideways though. He knew I've been here; he just didn't come and talk to me. A mix of feeling again: somewhat relieved because I was trying to avoid him, but somewhat saddened because he ignored me. I pretended to hold my wrist up to see what time was it and flipped away. It was actually good news. I haven't been ready yet to face him. And more essentially, Mom was waiting at home with my present from Australia.

Coming home, as always, Mom gave me a warm hug and a kiss on my forehead. She had already prepared dinner. She told me that she had invited Julia but she wasn't feeling well so there were just two of us. I just laugh inside. No wonder. With her image last night when she left the room, she couldn't even go to school.

I helped Mom to set the table and enjoyed Australian cuisine she had brought along. It was so good! She served me with two dishes. The first one contained pies, three grilled steaks and a grilled king prawn. They looked way too delicious and my words couldn't tell how much tempting they were to me. I quickly finished it. As a matter of fact, nothing was in my stomach since morning so it was fully understandable. Not to mention, the second one was a Mango Mousse. Mom has always been thoughtful. Needless to say, the food was so good that I didn't even have time to have a conversation with Mom. Feeling a bit guilty, while washing a mountain of dishes, I called out Mom.