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Chapter 4

4 hours I've been stuck in this room. 4 hours.

It was now about 3 o clock and it would soon turn dark as winter was approaching.
I felt a sudden sadness as I remembered.
Winter=Christmas=family.

And where am I? In a house, full of vampires, that are no-where near as cool as Klaus Mikaelson or Damon Salvatore from 'The Vampire Diaries' can I just say, and who kill to survive and quite frankly are complete utter dicks.

I sighed to myself. I'm so done.

I started humming to myself to pass the time. I loved to sing at home and at school I was in musicals, dance club and cheerleading.

'My mumma don't like you and she likes everyone,
And I've never liked to admit that I was wrong.
But I've been so caught up in job,
Didn't see what's going on,
But now I know.
I'm better sleeping on my own.'

I gradually got louder. I laughed to myself. The more I sang, the happier I felt.

'So if you like the way you look that much,
Then baby you should go and love yourself.
And if you think,
That I'm still holding onto to something,
You should go and love yo...'

Before I could finish, the door burst open. I jumped.

I turned to see Harry smirking at me.
.... And the happiness is gone.

"Wow, you can sing." He raised his eyebrows surprised as he put his keys down.

I coughed uncomfortably. Well this is sufficiently awkward.

I avoided eye contact with him as he came over to me.
He bent down in front of me and lifted up my chin so I had no choice but to look at him.

His mouth was covered in blood, his eyes a faded red, but more of a green now, and there were still a few crinkles under his eyes.

"Miss me?" He asked, cockily, looking into my eyes. His signature smirk plastered on his face.

"Yeah sure." I muttered sarcastically. He rolled his eyes.

"Why do you have to be so bloody sarcastic all the time?" He spoke annoyed, getting up.

"Why do you have to be yourself all the time?" I replied, mocking his deep voice. He turned round and vamp speeded up to me. I stood up to face him.

"Watch it." He growled.

"I'm just speaking." I replied sassily.

"Hardly." He scoffed.

"It's my opinion."

"Did I ask for your opinion?"

"Did I ask to be kept here with you?"

We bickered back and forth until we both had a staring contest for a good 30 seconds, before Harry walked away into the bathroom, frustrated. I sighed, relieved he was out of my face for once.

I decided to go downstairs and eat. I feel like that's all I ever do but to be honest it is.

I went to the living room, surprised Harry didn't come shouting after me and searched the fridge. I feel like the fridge is my best friend in this house.