Reckless Love

It's Always the same!!

" Bitch, get up and fight!" I heard Tiffany scream. "Why are you..."I started to cough out blood. "Doing this to me..."I said in a weak voice. " You know why I am doing this to you....whatever your name is....I told you to stay away from Blake, he is mine!!!" Tiffany screamed, pulling my brown hair."It's not essential for you to do this to me Tiffany...... please.... stop.."I said trying to make her stop hurting me. Someone walks in and Tiffany starts crying. "Stop....please....stop hurting me...." "What the hell Brooke!!! What did you do to Tiffany!! You are Bully. B-U-L-L-Y." One of my best friends said well ex best friend....now. "You are a fake friend......does my mom pay you to be my friend like Tiffany said she does?" I asked. I just ran.....to the back gates to jump over them and skip school. "Fuck school! They all hate me anyways!! The teachers, and the students. The whole fucking school, in general!!" I scream. I am tired of it always being the same!! I am a very timid girl walking to school. Then Tiffany gets in my way and she pulls me to a restroom. Starts to hurt me. Then when someone walks in, I am the one who gets blamed.... Why me.... why did I have to be born with a horrible family and a horrible life.

I jumped the fence and started running to my secret place...the abandoned Mansion which isn't abandoned anymore...I live there now...with my little sister, Emma
. Our horrible mother through us out and now I am taking care of my eight year old sister.

I enter the abandoned mansion-my home- and went upstairs to my room. When I entered my room, I went straight to the bathroom. What. You think that I want to stay all bloody. No. When I jumped the fence and looked back, there is blood on the fence because of me

*big scary footsteps*

Whoever is in here will get a scare if they don't stop. Hopefully Emma can help with this. Why am I saying that Emma can help with this you ask? Well Emma always wears white long dresses and is pale like a ghost so this can help us get rid of the person who walked in.

I walk to Emma's room and see her already alert of who just walked in. "It's a boy your age. You should take care of this one. I'll help you with the costume."Emma whispered. "What?" I whispered back. Emma grabbed my arm and started running. She stopped at her bathroom. "Stay here, I am just going to get your costume." She said.

Emma came back with a black dress and she told me to put it on. "Why is this necessary?" I asked her, not wanting an answer. I put the black dress on and I found out that it was a very tight ass dress. "Stay still. I have to do your makeup. Just because I am an eight year old girl, doesn't mean I am bad at makeup."She stated. I stayed still till she was done doing my makeup. "Now, mess up your hair so it looks like you were sleeping for years in a coffin. Then you will look like a vampire." Emma said. I looked in the mirror and messed up my hair but in a very natural way. " Okay now go down the stairs slowly and start talking seductively."She told me. Wait...What!! I walked down the stares slowly and since I am a good actor, I talked seductively. I see a boy my age walking up to me." This isn't your house to be in. It is abandoned." The boy said. He has a smooth voice..." Actually...I lived hear for thousands of years now.... What are you-a...handsome boy-doing here in my home...disrupting my sleep?" I said in a very seductive tone. If I acted this way at school, people would be calling me a slut.

"Why are you wearing a tight dress that shows your curves. Don't tell me you slept with it!" He said laughing at me. " Do you have a problem with the way I sleep?.....Don't question me....GOT IT!!!"I screamed.

I ran up to him but it just felt like a milli-second. " I want you to leave my home....okay....leave...." I tell him."Okay but first, open your mouth."He says. " No...just leave...before I-I-I....KILL YOU!!" My shy timid voice that stopped the seductive tone, went to a dark, malicious tone.

I see that the boy is bleeding on his neck and I can't help but smell it. It's intoxicating. I am acting like a real vampire, but I can't stop this urge. I lick the blood off of his neck. It tastes...addicting. I look at the boy again. " What is your name?" I asked.

"B-B-B-Blake. Yours? Wait...WHY DID YOU LICK MY NECK?!!!"He asked.

"My name is Brooke....and I-I-I don't know.....I'm sorry but you need to leave....I can't talk to you....you have a girlfriend....I know...