I remember waking up in my bed and feeling something suffocating me. Something within me was grappling with my life force.
I remember panicking because I didn't know what was going on and if it would stop soon. I remember not being able to hear anything but the rapid pulse of blood in my ears and a choking failure to drag oxygen through my airway to my lungs.
For a couple minutes, that felt like hours, I thrashed in my bed with my hands clutching my throat. I remember my eyesight flooding with grey and white pixels while my thoughts sharpened with pure fear.
Then, I remember the juicy sensation of air flowing through me again, like the first bite of fruit after a full day of dehydration. My deafening pulse faded and the silence was almost as still as I was with barely a rise in my ribcage. As if nothing had happened. I slowly lay back down on my pillow and stared into the pitch blackness of my room.
I lay with my eyes open that night, because I could see every detail on every surface in every corner of my room. As if it were broad daylight.
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The Scent of Blood
VampireTyler has been sick the past four months and at this point it's ridiculous to chalk it down to just a bad flu. There are few who go through their goth phase at the age of 17, but Tyler goes beyond simply desiring the colour black and becoming the op...
