Saved by a Vampire

Chapter 10

My body hurt. Every inch screamed at me to brandish it. To make a mark, a dent. Anger swelled inside me like a wave just about to crest. I wanted to hurt. I needed to hurt. The hurt would distract me. It always had. Words and thoughts always stung more than the pain. The pain was something so concrete. I had to deal with the pain. The pain reminded me of my psychological punishment.

I wasn’t thinking straight. With the kitchen knife clutched in my right hand and my left sleeve rolled up, I was prepared for the pain that my body and mind ached for. Tiny thoughts passed through the back of my mind, like how cutting myself in a house full of vampires was probably not the best plan. Or how there were other ways to punish myself, like simply going back to live with my mother. She would torture me thoroughly.

But, I was weak. I put the knife down beside me on the floor, not having the courage to damage my flesh by my own hand.

A knock on my door dragged me out of my head.

“Who is it?” I said as I slid the knife under my dresser.

“It’s Haleigh. We need to talk.”

“Come in.” Her face peered around the edge of my door, her blue eyes opening the slightest bit when she found me in the corner. Her long legs made short work of the distance between us. Her thin frame did not take up much physical space, but her height and imposing aura made up for it.

“Hi. I think its time we talk. Especially due to the fact that you probably think I’m a bitch.” I just looked at her, not wanting to incite her wrath.

“Well, I am a bitch,” she continued. “I admit it. I don’t try to be, but Chris is special to me. I was his first ‘child’ and he is my maker. I am bound to get jealous.”

“Didn’t the last human here…” I trailed off not wanting to finish the sentence. The slight smile tucked into the corners of her mouth disappeared, replaced by a hard, tight grimace.

“Yes,” she answered tersely. I felt the atmosphere shift. Freezing sparks run up and down my spine. My hairs stood on end and I swear I saw a hurricane forming behind Haleigh’s head. She did not lunge at me, though. Her pain did not take an external form of anger and rage. Rather she turned and ran, slamming my door behind her. I may have been imagining it, but I thought I saw a drop of salt water on her icy, pale cheek.

I wished I hadn’t said that to her. Who knows how long ago it was. I was so insensitive. I wasn’t thinking. I hurt her. She was just trying to be nice. I ruined everything. I always ruin everything.

These thoughts raced through my head on replay, and suddenly there were tears on my cheeks and a knife in my hand.

I tore into flesh.

It would be better if you were dead! You hurt everyone! Why don’t you just die already?!

 

Salt water stung exposed muscle and pains shot up through my entire body. But the yelling in my head, the pounding in my veins, and the piercing of my flesh could not even begin to compare to the six words whispering, echoing in the recesses of my mind.

You do not deserve this life.