A Vampire and a Dying Girl

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A/N : If the text is in Italics it is a journal entry! Please leave comments and vote I would love to hear your opinions and ideas for the story! Enjoy :)!

7/7/08

Monday 8:05pm

Today I will start a journal for those who would care to read about my life as it torments me today. I received this journal yesterday for my 16th birthday. I've been stuck here ever since I could remember. The orphanage holds all ages of kids from newborns to 17 year old kids. I am 16 years old and to put it bluntly, I am depressed. I am depressed because of my parents, because I was raped two years ago, and because I am me. I have never told anyone this before and I don't think anyone would care to listen if I did tell them what happened to make me this way.

Not one day has passed since I haven't thought of my parents. Who they might be, who they could have been, who I could have been. I wish I could go back and ask them why they gave me up. My job at the orphanage is to take care of the other children here, I take care of children that range from days old to 15. As I said before I am 16 years old, I have long brown hair and green eyes, my skin is tan from lying on the roof of the orphanage during what little free time I have.

I will lay on the roof thinking about the world around me. I don't have a tv or a smartphone like everyone else does. The only thing they allow me to have is my journal and a small MP3 player that I bought last year. You are the only thing I have to talk to, the only comfort I receive besides my music. I only listen to rock music, only because that's all I have on it. I have listened to the songs so many times I could recite them perfectly.

I wish I had more in this world, but I know it's not to be I don't think I'll ever get adopted- I mean who wants a 16 year old daughter to worry and look after. If only someone would adopt me, then I could be rid of this place and all the awful memories it holds.

Adoption day is tomorrow, that is the day when kids are lined up so that the people who actually want us can adopt us. It only happens two times a month. the last time a little girl around the age of 7 was adopted. She was a cute little girl, any family would be lucky to have her. She was alway sweet to me, and always giving hugs to anyone she felt deserved it. I always got hugs, but I know I don't deserve them. Why would I deserve them?

During the night when everyone is asleep, I lay on the roof and stare at the stars. Wondering how far away they are and if I made a wish on one if it would come true. The only thing I wish for is a home, a place I can call my own.

I will write more later but for now I need my sleep. Goodnight and sweet dreams I guess.

I put my journal under my pillow and lay my head it's rough exterior. I fall asleep almost instantly as I wait for adoption day to come. I look up at the stars and make my wish one last time as I drift off to sleep.

I wake up the next morning screaming as I always do from my nightmares. The dream is always the same: I am in the supply closet getting my materials for the day when the door slams shut. I turn around and it's Jared, he is one of the other boys at the orphanage, his tall build blocks the door as he moves toward me. His hands grab my arms and lock them to my sides. I try to scream for help but he covers my mouth with his rough calloused hands. He reaches for the silver duct tape on the shelf behind me. He grabs both my wrist and tapes them behind my back and tapes my mouth shut. He then begins to caress me and kisses my jaw line and works his way to my collar bone, there he lingers for a moment and I hear loud ripping sound it was my shirt, the one good shirt I ever had. I am enraged and I begin to buck and jerk beneath his grasp but he slaps me hard against the cheek and I cry out, the duct tape muffling any sound or protest I could make. He rips the shirt the rest of the way off exposing my black bra, and then I wake up. I scream myself awake so I don't have to relive the pain. Only once did I not wake myself I felt as I deserved to see it, but it was too much to live it twice. Once I am awake I can't fall back to sleep.

I start my chores before the children wake. Mopping, dusting, waxing, and polishing- these are all things I have to do every single morning, but something is different today.... its adoption day. The orphanage has to be especially clean for this day, "it helps make the kids look cleaner and nicer" the headmistress says every time this day comes. Once I finish the kids are still asleep and the moon begins to set behind the trees beyond the orphanage, as the sun slowly makes its appearance. I make my way to the shower to get ready. The hot water that streams down my body as I try and wash away the memories, and the sadness every adoption day brings.

I wake all the children at 7:30 with bread on the table for breakfast. The headmistress only buys bread and the occasional gallon of milk if she feels like we deserve it, that rarely happens, and when she does the milk is gone within three days time. The children eat their bread in a matter of seconds and rush off to make up their beds as there morning chore while I sweep up the bread crumbs and empty the waste baskets.

At 8:00 the children are dressed in their finest clothes, these would be dresses without very many holes but are ripped in places at the bottom with few spots where a mouse chewed through. We all wait in the living room for the soon to be parents to arrive. Time passes and the children begin to tire and whine about how no one has arrived. By 8:57 the doorbell rings and the headmistress rushes to door eager to get rid of a child. After almost 20 minutes of interviews the decide on Amelia, she is about 5 with curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. She is adorable and sweet; the type of girl any parent would want.

Time passes and the adults start coming through more often and girls and boys are taken home to enjoy the rest of their lives while the others, like me, are stuck here in this dingy orphanage. The last couple of the day come in, the man is tall and thin with brown hair with ends that curls up at the nape and the woman is tall and thin as well but she has blonde hair that is poofy like it was back in the eighties she wears a tight red and black striped shirt with tight black pants and stilettos that make my feet hurt just looking at them. They both look at me and smile there teeth are blindingly white as they walk into the headmistresses office. After about 15 minutes they walk out and come to a stop in front of me. "How would you like to go home?" the woman says her voice almost velvet soft as I smile and nod my slowly. I hand the baby over to the headmistress and pack my bags.

As I walk outside and my new dad grabs me around the waist, I jump startled at this new affection afraid of the possibilities of another man touching me, as he grabs his umbrella due to the pouring rain. We walk to the most beautiful car I have ever seen. It is a cherry red convertible chevy challenger, he sees me staring at the car and smiles. He puts my stuff in the trunk of the car as I hop into the back of the challenger.

We are driving down an old dirt road as something hits us from the side, my head flies toward the window but stops just short of it glass shatters around us as my dad says "They found us!!!" he pulls out a gun as well as my mom. I unbuckle my seatbelt and jump out of the car. I roll until I hit the ditch my arms burning from the partial road rash.

I hear an explosion that makes me drop back to my scraped and bleeding knees. My hands rush to catch me before I hit the ground, one arm buckles under the pressure and I go down onto one shoulder as one hand digging into the earth still trying to recover. A loud ringing starts to go off into my ears and my vision blurs, I see someone moving toward me and I try to crawl away but my arms and legs are just too weak to move.

I feel hands wrap around my waist as I am hoisted up and carried bridal style to a black car. I can feel muscles bunch as they carry me, they have a large build I can tell but my eyes start to see black as I use the rest of my strength to pull my head up and look at the man, his features blur all except for his green eyes, then I see nothing.