POISONED BLOOD

Chapter 11

Oh, and why's that? This guy will be the death of me. I can't believe he thinks I remind him of Belle and why does this matter? I have to stay focused on Journalism to get out of this little bitty town and make something of myself! His answer is taking a while and time moves sluggishly as I watch the dots highlighting in a bubble as he types. I look up at the ceiling and my eyes follow cobwebs while I wait.

It's just something about you. You don't speak much and you're always reading or writing. You're not social in the least and you don't seem like the type to judge. You've got these big pretty eyes and even though they're green and not brown like hers, they're still beautiful. Sorry, was that too much? My head is cloudy and I can't really figure out what I want to say to him. Huh. Wow. Is he serious? I would love to believe every word he's telling me, but a lot of guys say things like that and it's just to earn brownie points, as Bryant puts it. I'm not sure how to respond, but I try.

Wow. You really made me blush- No, not that. I think that is a pretty cool answer..-Not that either, ughhh. I think I should say thank you for that answer, actually. I love to read and write. I hate talking to people I don't know and I do my best not to judge anyone. Haha, my eyes are not beautiful, but I'm still blushing from you saying so. Biting my lip nervously, I hit send and wait.

You're welcome. So, how am I like the Beast or did you just say that because I called you Beauty? I smile.

I mostly said it because you called me Beauty, but you're like him in a lot of ways. They're good things, don't worry! You're mysterious, strong- I'm guessing, and you keep your distance from a lot of people. Do you not trust easily? I hope he doesn't mind the questions.

Trusting is hard to do for me. What if I'm some of the bad things to? What if I can be a monster? This kinda freaks me out just a tad. Ehh. It's fine. Everybody's got a little monster inside of them.

I don't think it's that big of a deal. I mean, I'm sure you've heard rumours about me that aren't very pretty. Cutting, suicidal, and a lot of other things I don't want him to include in the same category as me. I want him to like me... Not be scared away.

You can't believe everything you hear. A smirk forms on my lips, as I think of what I'd heard about him today. It quickly turns into a frown. I have to ask. Oh, please don't be angry.

That's true. Um, is it true that you do drugs? I try stopping the message from sending at the last second, but it's way too late; it's already out there.

Do you really want to know? No.

Yes. This is going to be bad, I can feel it. My mouth is hanging open as I read the flashing message. No, no, no..

I do, or did. I haven't in a while. I'm not saying I won't, just that I haven't lately. Do you? I think for a minute about the medication I have to take everyday, in the morning and at night. Mmm..

Define drugs. Is medicated prescriptions the same? I'm scared of what he'll think about me being on meds, but I really want to talk to him about everything and when I say everything I don't just mean how my day was. I mean how it felt, what my thoughts were, and what tomorrow could be like. I want to know things about him, too; things like, his favorite color, food, and if he likes books or movies, or neither. I want to know him and I want him to know me. I'm so afraid he won't accept what I am, though.

I only consider those drugs if you take more than you're supposed to, or share them with others. What meds do you take? Are you okay with me asking you that? What could it hurt? A lot, my thoughts warn me but I am going to take this risk and be ready for the consequence whatever it may be.