King

Fuck.

That was the first thing that came to my mind. As if I didn't see it coming. I walked down an empty road with a sad song stuck in my head. I knew it would happen, I just forgot when. I was suppose to be beat up today after school but I ditched. My black converse shoes made rubber tapping noises on the hard cement. I'm gonna get my ass kicked tomorrow. I pulled my black hood of my sweater over my head, covering my noticeable hair. Bleach blonde with black highlights. I needed to hide. My identity, my name, me. "Don't forget your date today at seven!" A creepy voice chanted in my head. I hated when he spoke to me, piece of shit ruined my life and got me here in the first place. I'm being chased, hunted, stalked, whatever you call it. It isn't easy. When half or your brain is being controlled by someone else, but it's still you. It makes no sense. It's me, but it's not me. A creepier, scarier version of me, a double. That's usually how I get in shit, he cuts through, takes over my body (which causes a sincere amount of pain) and he fucks around with anything or anyone, only to laugh and watch me suffer. But of course. Lost in my thoughts, I trip and fall on a curb into the street, causing me to rip my jeans as my knee hits the road. No cars, no people. Hell, I didn't even know where I was. I got up, containing my anger and powers. Don't heal, not now that I'm still in public. I continue walking. Unaware of my sights, smells or hearing, just drowning in my contemplations. "Go home now, I got people coming over in ten minutes!" The voice says. "Oh now your letting people in MY house!" I scream. "OUR house." He corrects. "Sorry!" I say sarcastically. I hear him laugh maniacally in my head. That laugh. It haunts me in my darkest thoughts and visions. Permanently dented in my dreams and brain. I cringe at the sound of it. Nobody knew me. At school or at home. I never knew my parents but I'm sure they weren't even human because I'm not. I'm not human. I can't die. I can heal my own wounds faster then any 'human' can, I can pick up cars with no trouble, I can run at the speed of light, My senses are stronger than others and I can go days without food. I have all the pieces to who I am but they don't fit. I know I'm a vampire, I just don't know who I really am in this world. I'm ignored at school, an outcast to society and a freak in my body. "Go home!" The voice orders in my head. I sigh and obey. I fly up in the air above the clouds. I zoom like lightning across the sky until I stop. I let myself fall, just before hitting the ground I slow down and lightly land on my front lawn. The house I stare at is like a big tomb. It's windows are looming over me, the roof tiles are shining, and the whiteness of the house burns my eyes. It looks normal on the outside. I water my plants and flowers in the front, mow the lawn and rake the yard almost every day,but I still hate living alone. I walk up the stairs and open the always unlocked door. I step inside. The marble spiral staircase was gleaming at me, the long red carpet stretched down the hall, I could see the living room from here. I walked in and crashed on my leather couch. I turned on my flat screen tv with the remote sitting on my glass coffee table. This was my man cave. I had my gaming systems, tv, mini fridge full of beer and my pictures of sports players I idolize hanging on the walls. If I can't die, might as well live life. So far that sucks. The tv turns on to the news. I watch for a while, not listening or caring. I'm ignorant. I don't care what other people care or think of me. I open the mini fridge that sits beside me and grab a cold beer. I crack it open and listen for the fizz to die down before I take a swig. One sip and it's all gone. I crush the can in my hand and let it fall to the ground. I let out a refreshing breath and close my eyes. My house smelt like cleaning detergent and Windex. I kicked off my stinky shoes and they fall on my white carpet. "Try not to fuck up my man cave, that's just cold." The voice said in my head. I ignored him. "That news anchor though...she's hot." I could hear the pleasurable smile in his voice. "She's like forty!" I said, opening my eyes. "Mmmmmm." He replied. "Sicko." I said. I turned the tv off and laughed at his disapproving groan that followed.

Food. I need food. I get up from my comfortable couch and drag my feet into the kitchen. It's the ideal kitchen for a big house, marble this, fancy that. I open the fridge and pull out a wrapped piece of chicken in tinfoil. I unwrap it and inhale the chicken leg, bone and all. I burp out loud. "I want food too!" The voice screamed. "Later, when I'm too lazy to care." I respond, before passing out from the poisoning in the chicken.