umm so this is my first attempt at writing a story.
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You know I never really thought I was happy when I was a child. I was always afraid of what was out there. What I could find. Thats why I am the way I am now.
Silent.
My parents always hated me. ever since I was born they hated me. They acted like I was the shit that they scraped off of their shoes. I was never good enough and I could never please them or make them proud of me. Which is why I gave up in the end. I stopped caring. I stopped shedding the silent tears and moved on with my life.
I mean I could never compete with Jake. My brother. My 'oh so perfect, could never do anything wrong' brother.
He was one of the worst students in the school, never listened in class, never did his homework and hardly ever turned up in class. which is why im surprised he is even still allowed in the school.
Then again its not like he even comes into the school most of the time anyway. he just sits in his hangout outside the school with his 'Friends' smoking away on Weed.
I still try my best in school. But the only difference is i do not speak anymore. Why should I? I mean what is the freaking point in talking to people that dont actually care about me. The teachers in the school know what is going on with me and my family yet they never get involved, they never care. then again my parents probably payed them not to get involved.
I dont talk to my friends. I might occasionally write down something on a piece of paper and give it to them. but they dont really care about me, So I dont bother with them either. and my parents?
Well they never listened to me when I talked in the first place. so I doubt they even noticed that I didnt talk anymore. and even if they did notice they wouldnt say anything to me about it. they just dont care.
I just dont understand why they hate me so much.
But the worst part of my day is when I go home.
Every single day I know what is waiting there for me.
You see my parents arent drunks or anything and they dont take drugs.
Which is why this hurts so much. they are sober when they do it.
They beat me.....
This is another reason why I dont talk. I mean I thought the cuts, the blood, the bruises and the silence would warn the teachers or nurses that there was something terrible happening in my life. but like I mentioned before.
They
just
do
care.
Nobody Does...
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When my parents and my brother beat me. I dont not show them that I am in any pain, I bite down on my lip or my tongue to make sure that no screams escape my lips. So after about 10 minutes of being beaten. They get frustrated and storm out together. which leaves me alone to wipe away the blood, and clean up my cuts.
But after all of this. Im not afraid of them.
Im only afraid of one thing.
Which is..
Dying Again......
you see, what most people dont understand is that I, Am a Vampire.
I know its hard for me to be killed. But Im still so scared of death.
I know its coming. Its coming for me and eventually it will get me.
But for now, I have to go see the Vampire who turned me. the man who practically created me.
Adrian Sinkarl
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