The Vampire Survival Guide (CURRENTLY REWRITTING)

1. Speechless.

Aurelia's POV

May 21st. It was on a Friday night. The night that changed my life forever. That date will forever haunt me. It has been haunting me all summer. Sixty three days to be exact. May 21st was the worst day of my life because it was the day I lost my parents. Miranda and Grayson Gilbert. Around eleven o'clock that night my night went from partying to trying to stay alive. I remember it so vividly. The crash, the water, the burning in my lungs, and then nothing. Many said it was a miracle how I got out of the car. Till this day the mystery continues on how I survived. My sister, Elena, didn't go to the party that night, she stayed in. The decision I should've made as well but instead I begged my parents to go because my boyfriend Tyler, at the time, was going to be there. We broke up because he couldn't keep it in his pants for Vicki Donovan, Elena's ex boyfriends sister, so in result of that I broke up with him. So losing my parents and finding out I've been cheated on added to my suffering. Unfortunately alcohol is what I turned to.

I drank all summer. Anything I could find. Vodka, Bourbon, Jack Daniels, Crown Royal and many others. You name it, I've consumed  it. Any alcoholic beverage to numb my pain I'd drink it in a heartbeat. However, it backfired. I quickly developed a problem. When Elena would ask about my drinking I'd deny it. I knew she knew about my habits because I saw her looking through our alcohol cabinets to find it half empty. For the average person it would have taken months maybe a year to finish at least half of it. I've finished majority of those bottles in thirty five days. I'd lie about my drinking habits, I'd steal money from either Elena or Jenna, our aunt on our moms side who is now our legal guardian, just so I could drive by the liquor store and wait for someone twenty one or older so they could go inside and buy me what I wanted.

What I needed.

I couldn't go to The Grill and drink because word got out that I was on a drinking binge and no one would serve me, believe me I've tried.

It got so bad that I'd feel uneasy or get sick when I didn't drink. I needed to drink in order to relax or feel better. I think I blacked out a couple of times and woke up to my sister crying beside me holding her cheeck in agony. Come to find out I striked her in anger because she took my drink away. That's the day I stopped drinking. I never thought I'd ever lay a hand on my sister and to see the look in her eyes, the disappointment, it broke my heart so I made a choice. It was either the alcohol or my family. I chose my family. Without the alcohol I was so consumed with guilt I didn't know what to say to my sister. I didn't know what to say to Jenna, Jeremy or anybody for that matter.

After that night I never spoke again. I couldn't. Not that I physically couldn't because I could I just felt so guilty for my actions, words couldn't describe how apologetic I felt and yet I couldn't open my mouth to speak a word. I ate less and less. My bronze colored eyes barely made eye contact with anyone. Not speaking won't change what I did but it will prevent me from saying the wrong thing ever again and even uttering the word alcohol.

It's been weeks since I've spoken a word to anyone. Elena has also forgiven me for slapping her without even hearing an apology from me. I didn't deserve it but for her comfort I hugged her anyway.

Today is the first day of school and I am not a happy camper. My mind went to alcohol but I quickly shook away the thought. No more. Elena's been trying to get me to talk for a while now and she wont give up. Neither will Jenna. Jeremy has gone off the rocker and I couldn't be more scared. I know he's doing drugs because I spotted the evidence alongside his dresser. I can relate to him and I know he's doing it because of his grief for our parents but it'll bite him in the ass later. With me not speaking there is no way I could tell him that but Elena is making up for it. Every dark corner Jeremy falls under Elena will be right behind him with a flashlight. It's quite funny sometimes to see the frustration on Jeremy's face when our sister interrogates him on his whereabouts, who he hangs with, etc.