My Life Full of Pain

Chapter 3

I lie here emotionless, which feels like hours but has only been less than a minute. Instead of him pulling off both our clothes, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder with my ass in his face and his ass in my face. I feel him running while everything turns to a blur. In just a few seconds we're in front of a house. It looks like a mansion actually, it's so big and is three stories. I sense three other guys in the house all around 18 or 19, two of them are vampires, while the other is human, I'm suspecting their food. But he doesn't seemed troubled at all, just relaxed. Wait, he's sad, and depressed... There's something else about him that's diffrent. He has some sort of power but I can't get a sense of it. His senseation, the vibes coming off of him, they're familiar, but I can't place it.

He opens the door and puts be down near one of the three, two seat couches. The guy who brought me here sits on the couch farthest from the door while the two vampires sit on the couch near me and the human sits on the couch to my right.

The human... No... I know this guy... He's dressed in faded black jeans, with a shirt that has a skull on it and a leather biker jacket over top. His hair is also black and falls in his face but mostly covers one eye making him look emo. His eyes are a crystal clear blue, filled with pain, longing and.... Sympathy?

I dated him and broke his heart when I left. We didn't even date long, we barley knew eachother! We were together for only, what, a week maybe two, until I left that is.

He was always there for me but I never opened up to him. I never told him anything about my life, I didnt want him involved and I didn't want him knowing anything about my fucked up life. But he always was there trying to help me out by just being a friend. I was always antisocial so it was hard for us to be friends, but I guess he enjoyed me just being around. All the memories of us together, just hanging out, me listening to his problems, the way he occasionaly got frustrated with me because I wouldn't open up to him, I couldn't! Not with Jeb breathing down my fucking neck. Besides I didn't trust him, not after everything I've been through. I can't trust anyone.

No matter how innocent people may seem, that's not the case. Everyone has a secret, a hidden past. Everyone has lies and has a dark side.

With me, you'll always see my dark side. You will never be able to see my bright side. I won't allow it. Everyone will just use me and leave me. That's how it always is. But watever, this happened a year ago when Jeb forced me to go to school while he continously beat and rape me, so I was just trying to get by, not really caring about anything.

I guess you can say I'm pretty smart, but then I usually cheat my way through school getting the answers from classmates or from teachers' minds. That's kinda why I was in grade 12.

And that's when I realized what was different about him. I remebered breifly from last year, I saw him extend fire from his fingertips. I realized at that point, that he was like me. That's why I barley noticed the diffrence in him. It's because there's no others out there besides me and him. It's why I dated him too. I just wanted to know his secrets, to learn more, to see if he knew anything I didn't. Which turned out to be mostly a waste of time. The only thing I did learn was using air to make the blades that extend from my hand. I obviously didn't have to tell him I was like him. I don't think he even knows even up to this day. I just had to do a little probing in his mind to get the information I wanted.

He knows who I am with just a glance, but he stays emotionless as if he has no clue who I am. I mean he loved me. How can you forget someone that you loved, that broke your heart by leaving with no explanation whatsoever?

I stand there awkwardly for about a minute wondering what I should do now.

I probe my kidnappers mind to find out I'm here for them to play with. Perfect! Should I have expected anything else? Now it makes sense. That's why Nick looked sympathetic. He knew why I was here.