Letters to Charlie

Day 32

Today's Saturday.

I went to the party last night.

He was there.

I saw his fangs.

I don't think he knows what I saw.

I'll recap what happened for you.

I walked to the lake because I had to rinse my hands off. So I put my root beer in the sand. I didn't think anything of it since I was alone.

I turned around and walked up to my drink which was in this guy's hand. He tried to get me to play along, but I was worn out. I told him to leave.

I was about to take a sip of my drink and it suddenly was smacked out of my hand. I could tell by the dark mop of hair and tan skin exactly who it is.

I didn't register the pain in my hand yet, I asked him what that was for. He told me someone tried to spike my drink. Then he looked at the sand. I saw his fangs before he ran off.

He appeared with a band aid in his hand before I realized that the bottle had broken when he hit it cutting my palm.

I said thanks and I turned from him wiping the blood away and covering up the cut.

I turned back around and he look at me. Something changed in his eyes slightly. They reminded me of yours. Then his hand gently touched my arm.

After that I went to find Mallory and I told her I wanted to go home, she wasn't coherent. I saw that he didn't move from where I walked away. I walked back and asked him if he could take me home or at least walk with me.

It would have been better than going off by my self in the middle of the night.

We walked to the street and he asked if I wanted to walk or if he could run. I just wanted to go home so I said run. He picked me up and in a blink of an eye I was home.

Charlie, I don't know what to do.

-Lost and confused.