Wild Soul

♫V.Not to be the only one...

♫V.Not to be the only one…

I had no time even to climb into my bed, and I heard the front door. Just like I was, barefoot and wearing my pajamas, I followed Joshua. Where the hell was he going in the middle of the night?

He went downstairs and exited the flat building. I followed him silently. I heard a crow and I saw a red shine. Even if the light wasvery low, I saw him.

Joshua had the struggling crow in his hand. In the second he plunged his teeth into its throat, the crow stopped moving. When he finished, he threw the crow in a trash can close to the place he was in. He had blood on his mouth and he licked his lips. The first word that came to my mind was…VAMPIRE.

I did not stay there anymore, I went back home and got in my bed, not wishing to think about what other animals…or people…could Joshua kill at that time. After a few more minutes, I heard the door open and shut and I immediately fell asleep.

Next morning I woke up soon. Joshua was still sleeping – wow, I didn’t know vampires could sleep. Because he was definitely sleeping, since his eyes were closed, his mouth was half-opened, and he was staying in a weird position he would for sure change if he were awake, knowing I was next to him (his feet were climbed on the highest spot of the sofa, but his head was down on the floor, making him stay in a candle-like position that made my back hurt only while I was looking at him; plus, a thin wire of saliva –oh, yes, saliva! – was falling on the carpet from the corner of his mouth; surely sleeping). It was very hard for me not to laugh out loud and pester him the rest of his life about it.

I fried some eggs. While I was eating, Joshua entered the kitchen, wearing his light blue panda-head pajama. I couldn’t help pestering him at least about his baby-like pajamas, could I? Exactly. No, I couldn’t.

“’Morning. Did you sleep well?” he asked.

“Yeah. But how about you and your panda-boo-boos?” I laughed.

“Shut up!” he said, looking embarrassed down at his pajamas. “Pandas are cute.”

“And so are you wearing them! Oh, Joshie-poo just pooped in his baby pajamas? Oh, poor boy! But I’m not gonna change your diaper.”

He growled and his face turned red.

“You damn…” he murmured, throwing me a killing scowl.

“Err, calm down, dumb, I’m just kidding. Your pajamas are sweet.” I said, giggling.

“Um…Thanks…I guess…”

“I’ve cooked you some fried eggs…If that can be called ‘cooking’, though.”

“Oh…Thank you.”

He ate them and said they were delicious, but by now I knew he was lying.

We went to school in his car, he, at the steering-wheel, and me, on the left seat.

On the school’s hallway, Kim cut my way and dragged me next to a wall, where there were not so many pupils.

“You owe me some explanations. Where’s your car and  how come you arrived at school in Joshua’s?

“My car is fine home and…it’s not a so big deal…Joshua just offered to drive me and I accepted.”

“Oh really.” Kim said, sarcastically. “Like I’d believe you that easily. If Josh offered to drive you, then that means that this morning you were with him. How’s that going?”

“Well…Dad made me live inJoshua’s flat.” I said, trying to look indifferent.

Her eyes became big.