Untamed: A thirst for blood

Chapter one:

I've always stayed at home alone ever since my father has gotten a job far away from home. I never like staying at home. It's always so quiet. I'm always alone.
I stay upstairs in my small black room.No one is home. Down stairs I hear my do Ginger barking. She some times gets on my nerves. I got angry.
"Shut up Ginger!!!!" I yell at her and still laying on my bed.
           She never stopped. I drop my book on the hard floor and walk over to my door. My feet lightly hitting the floor. I race out the door. I turn to the tall stair case and run down it. I could feel a huge hole in my sock. I don't mind. My eyebrows get furrowed.
       There Ginger was. In my sight. She was at the door and when I took another step she looked at me. I looked at her. She looked scared. Then my attitude was no more. A great smile appeared.
        I walked over to her but she ran into the kitchen. I ran over to the kitchen too. I laid my hands in the counter. There was a loud boom. I looked up quick. It startled me. My eyes big.
       Ginger had knocked over the chair. I sighed with relief.
        I picked up the wooden chair from the dark wooden planks.
       When I lifted my head I heard a woosh sound. Then came foot prints on the floor. They were every where. I followed them to the front door.
      My heart racing. It feels like my heart is going to jump out of my ribs.
         The front was wide open. I large gasp came and then I ran into the kitchen. I went for the knifes. I got the sharpest and largest. And I held it like my life depended on it and it did.
       "Come out!!!! Now!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
       I walked around the down stairs. Nothing. "If there was someone here they would of come out now by now. Right?" I thought to my self.
        I tried to be as quiet as possible. My foot hit a squeaky panel. I felt like I jumped out of my own skin. I stared at the stairs.
      I inhaled deep and walked up them quick. When I reached the top I first went to my fathers room.
      I opened the door and looked around. Then walked to my room.
      "Did I leave the door open?" I thought curiously.
      My feet going one step after another. I placed my toes first then my heel.
      I opened the door quietly to see a big black figure at my window. I let out a small gasp.
      He was tall, and skinny. He was wearing a black hoodie. It was over his head so I did not see his face. I could see his brown/black hair. Also had on bark blue skinny jeans and black shoes. He looks beautiful. But I was frightened.
       Then came a barking. "Ginger!!!!" I yell in my head.
      She came running up the stairs and I tried to stop her by grabbing her collar. But the boy turned around.
         His face with tattoos all over it. His eyes mesmerizing and ocean blue. I looked down to see his hand holding a knife. He turns and I back away slowly. I see him smile. But the smile disappears. I look out of the corner of my eye to see my alarm clock.
My eyes go back from the clock to the boy. I take a small and hard breath and mace fast as possible.
My hands wrap around it and I throw it at him. Right after my hands leave the clock I run to the door and slam it.
I look at the door and sigh with relief. Then s bang comes to my room door. I gasp and back away slowly.
His hand goes through my white wooden door. A scream comes out of me. I turn around to run but I ran out of up stairs. The railing .
I'm falling. But I don't scream or cry. I stay still in the air. It brushes past me.( well my body)

"I'm falling to my death. Good by world. I have not yet graduated or gone to prom. Have not gotten married or had Children. I will never see my grand children or even fall in love. No more sun."
I thought quickly. Then came the second part.
"My name is Lindsey Maree Blake. I'm 17. I go to south side grove high school. I live at 2051 NE stony run Road, CA, 74259. Mothers name: Unknown. Fathers name: Jacobb. Date of birth: 4/16/1999 and......"
           I think yo my self. A tear nuns down my face. I have to finish.
      "Date of death 10/03/2016

     "I'm sorry." I whisper.
    Then came the ground. It was hard like a cinderblock. I feel nothing. No breath. My mind goes blank.