The Truth

The Joy of Creation

He woke me up, repeating my name. Again, I was numb everywhere, except me head.
​ "I wanted you to be awake for this, but don't scream or we're gonna have a problem... Got it?"
The color drained out of me. I swallowed hard and nodded. He slowly raised his knife up to my right eye. Now I had a feeling that I knew what he was doing. He laughed and stuck it right in my eye. I didn't scream but I cried. Blood and tears streamed down my face. He was fucking insane. My crying got louder until he put me to sleep again.

I woke up for the last time, my one good eye barley open. It was much darker now. Vincent was standing a few feet from me. He had the empty syringe stuck in his neck and blood covering him. He slowly took his... blood out and into the syringe. It was dark, dark purple. His blood was freaking purple!
He smiled, showing blood in his teeth, "This is the last part. Because you like me so much, you can have a part of me with you... forever."
I blushed again. I always blush at the slightest things. Luckily, it was dark, so he might've not seen me blush.
He walked up to me and stuck his knife in my heart. The pain lasted about 5 seconds and then... black. I officially died. I felt everywhere at once and I felt lighter and free. Less than a second after that, I woke back up with his syringe in my neck. It made me be unable to completley die, because he can't die either (I honestly have no clue why and he won't tell me,).
"Now. I felt different, like parts of me felt weird and my body just didn't feel right. He told me he changed me. He said I had to figure out what he did on my own. He led me outside of wherever I was. Before I left, though, he hugged me, Even though he is insane, we're still really good friends. He's kinda, in some weird, twisted way, like my big brother. And he makes really good toast.