Sarah's Point of View.
I came home to screaming and yelling, and that's how I knew that my father was inside.
I walked in the front door to find red drops of blood dripping from above me. There were no longer loud shrills,or screams, or yelling. The air was thick and warm. The startling silence scared me more than the yells and screams that I heard, I panicked for what seemed like the first time in forever. I climbed up the stairs nearly falling up them. Running down the hall, with my heart beating so fast I thought it would explode within my chest. I nearly tripped over my own feet, running up to the second floor of our old, creaky house.
I opened the door to my Mom's room and there stood my dad hovering over my Mom.
She was bleeding. I then started to cry. This was the first time in a while that my father had done this type of thing. He had done it with his past girlfriend's that he had had over at the house and he had done it wither the boy's that had "hurt me". But in reality, he had just never wanted me happy. He took away my happiness and was on a mission to destroy everything that brought me joy. Including my mother. He promised he would never hurt her. But obviously, promises were meant to be broken.
I panicked, but my body couldn't function correctly with my mind. I stayed still in reality, but in my mind. For the first time in my life, I was letting my Dad get the best of me.
"GET OUT!" He screamed at me.
"What did I do? W-what did you do?" I asked falling to my knees. It seemed as if my body couldn't support the weight it normally could; it was too much to bear on the brittleness of my bones at the moment.
" I SAID GET OUT!" he picked me up and pushed me into the wall. "GET OUT, YOU BASTARD! YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKED UP BITCH!"
"NO!" I made a dash to my mother's dying body, tears blurring everything as I sobbed out my replies to the bastard before me.
"MOM!? MOM, CAN YOU HEAR ME? IF YOU CAN, GET U-"
"YOU MADE ME DO THIS, YOU BITCH!" He had his hand tightly around my throat making me dizzy. From the smell of his breath, he smelled like he had been drinking.
"M-MOM?" My throat burned from the lack of oxygen as I tried to utter out the words. I then blacked out into the abyss of madness...
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I woke up to the frightening sound of sirens. I had no clue what had happen to me, all I knew my Dad was gone and my mom's limp body still lay on the floor. I felt a new urge in my body, a desire for something, a something I didn't know.
My throat was dry and parched. I looked around the dark room, my eyes fixating on my mom. I could smell the blood around her, and I didn't know why, but I had the urge to do something with it. My throat was starting to burn, as the smell of my mother's blood filled my nostrils. I had realized I was bleeding, too.
My neck was bleeding. But it was different then my mom, I had two puncture marks. I rubbed my hand across it, and looked at the blood on my hand. I licked the blood off. At first, I thought I might be crazy, but it tasted of warmth and satisfaction. I couldn't help myself; I continued to feed off of the blood surrounding me.
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"Sarah!" The familiar voice coming from down the hall was Tyler; he's been my friend since third grade. He knows almost everything about me. Well, almost everything.
"Hey, whats up?" I said pushing the blood rushing thoughts out of my head.
"Nothing much; I got a lot of homework, how about you?" He said with that familiar perky smile. I hadn't seen Tyler in about a week, but for some reason he didn't ask why I was gone. Thankfully, he didn't - I was going through the growing pains of being a vampire at the time, so staying away from him seemed like a good idea if I wanted him alive.
"Yea', me too. Well... I have to go to math. " I said, making a happy squeal of sarcasm.
"Yup, catch you at lunch." He said walking to his locker.
"Oh, I might not be at lunch." I said looking down at my feet, trying to not let the emotion spill out of me.
"Why not?" he looked so innocent and kind I didn't want to lie; it almost hurt me to.
"Um, you know what? I'll be there, so forget what I said." I walked away.
I felt guilty for not explaining this to him but if I do what will he think of me? Will he think I was some kind of freak? Obviously.
The thirst for blood was starting to drive me insane. I could hear the blood rushing around in the bodies around me. It made me weak. I couldn't help but asking myself: who did this to me, and why?
This story will not be what you are expecting! Edited (and filler paragraphs added on) by: Thegirlwhohasnofire_.
