As I sat on the train staring blankly at the letter. I could see her face, smiling at me, it was contagious. I couldn't understand what brought Kamii to write this. Did she really hate me? Why did she talk to me all the time she saw me? I don't know, everything was just so confusing. A blur.
Putting the letter on the small squared table I began to wonder, was she made to write this? I have gotten to know her over 3 months and in that time, she gave me no indication, no clue, that she hated me. If only we vampires did have special 'powers' like the story's say we do. I gradually feel to a dreamless sleep.
"Excuse me sir."
"Hmm, oh I'm so sorry I must of fell asleep."
"That's quite alright. May I see your ticket please?"
"Yes, of course."
"Okay, Thank you."
I turned my attention to the landscape, where am I? Begining to worry I was hoping I wasn't far away. I reached into my pocket to grab a crappy phone Kamii bought me as a welcome gift. A small piece of ppaper fell on the floor. I reached down to pick it up then carelessly shoved it back in my pocket. I knew it was my 'life line' but I just felt my heart stopped beating, I don't need it anymore. I sighed in sadness. Once again, I learn I have this horrible 'thing' hanging over me. To think, I actually thought Kamii would love me. A monster. A killer.
'Next stop, Khanfore Station'
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A Vampires Life: A Michael Jackson Fan-Fiction
أدب الهواةMichael thought he was destined to walk this cruel and dark world alone- forever. That was before he met this girl. Her name is Kamii. She doesn't know about Michael and his un-natural gift. *This story is about a non-famous Michael. *I got the p...
