vampires, they called you, casting you out for fear that you would kill them all when they were the only threat to themselves. being hit on with lame pickup lines, the same demeaning sexualizing of hair color, of all stupid things and having to watch the drinks carefully and having horrid skin color that would bruise oh so lovely and not knowing what to do now that you are cornered by these monsters of men in an alleyway and just wanting to vomit from the stress of it all and that's the price for being pretty, dear, physical assault that you will blame yourself for and the death of a person that you are very much responsible for and the immeasurable guilt of it all and the final casting out that caused you great relief.
