Is it wrong to love a vampire?

Chapter 23

 Georgia looked across at the red velvet curtains, he hadn't left the bed in days, weeks and time had no meaning anymore. Nick came and took what he wanted. She was alone and doomed. She stared at the desk, she hadn't touch it in days. It didn't seem worth it, no one was going to read it, no one was coming for her. She looked over at the lunch tray, still untouched. She didn't have the energy to eat and everything tasted like ash anyway. Maybe if she closed her eyes it would go away but something compelled her to stand, to sit down at the desk.

'Tell me what you're thinking.' The voice wrapped around her mind like a warm blanket as she opened the book to a blank page.

She mechanically dipped the quill into the ink and began to write, letting the scratching of the quill fill her ears.

Everyone knows the story of Peter Pan, the boy who never grew up. He takes Wendy, John and Michael on an adventure to Neverland. Growing up, it was my favourite story. Mum would read it with a smile on her face as I excitably read along. I dreamed about going on adventures to Neverland. Neverland, it was a beautiful place in my dreams, bright green trees and thick grass. Sometimes, I wish I was Peter. I wish I was that little kid sitting on my mother's knee. Getting hugs from her and being tucked into bed at night. No one tells you all the things you will miss. Before the illness, before mum became too weak to do anything. Before she was hospitalised and diagnosed with cancer. She tried her best but she still died. Sometimes I hate her for it. She was such a cheery person, even after it got worse, she continued to smile, asking about my day, seeing how the family was doing. There was always a silver lining and an understanding. She accepted her death, called it unavoidable and I wish that I had that understanding, that acceptance. My mum was Wendy Darling. She was smart, wise and thoughtful and well above her age. She had the impossible task of growing up and she didn't want to. Peter came to save her and although she was sad to leave the people she loved behind. She knew that she had to grow up and was ready for the big adventure. That's why I'm not Wendy or mother. She accepted what she had to do, you could tell how much she didn't want to do it but she did it and had her great adventure. I can't escape into a story, I'm just human. A mortal who is caught between a war. Growing up is inevitable, hopes of staying young are futile. Each time Nick tries to change me, I feel so drained, so utterly waster. He can't turn me. Why? I just want to give up, lie down and let the raging war absorb me. I wish Jet was here to save the day and get me out of Nicks grasp but I know I'm stuck. Neverland. That place seems so nice right now, the pirates, the fairies, the mermaid and the Indians. Each thing seems blissful and I just want to stay there forever. I've found some useful things in my room. Things to perform my final act, I know the darkness of my thoughts but...

The door clicked open and Georgia kept her eyes on the page. Focused on the ink at the nip

'Dinner.' They said, a tray clattering down.

Georgia looked across, her eyes sliding to Isabella. Georgia held her breath and looked back at the page. Isabella frightens her. There lies power behind her eyes, loyalty to Nick, desire for something and no fear of death. Georgia watched the ink pool, a bubble formed and splashed against the page, obscuring her words. The door closed, the lock sliding into place and heels clattered against the stone. Georgia let out a breath, finally daring to breathe. She tried to recall what she was attempting to write but her thoughts had escaped. Studying her last work, she continued anyway.

I can't seem to stop myself thinking them. It is a dark and scary place being here. I am treated like a princess and a prisoner. I sit and wonder on what is going to happen to me. Am I to die? Or am I to live? I can't seem to find the answer. I don't even know how long I've been here, all I know is that it is dark and my eyes are finally heavy. This is how my time is spent. Lost and alone. It's been four sleeps since I last saw Nick but time has escaped me and I fear for his return, if only I could accept this just as mum and Wendy did. If mum was here, she would tell me things will be alright in the morning. Or if she knew they wouldn't change, she would say to always look on the bright side. No matter how glum or gloomy the situation would be, she would always find the bright side. Unfortunately all I have is impending doom.

Sincerely

Georgia Alice O'Dona

Cold liquid ran quietly down her face. It was the first time in ages that she could feel tears. Letting her silent tears fall, she cried for her mum, who wanted her to be happy. She cried for her father, who wanted her to be safe. She cried for her life, ending too soon. She sat in the chair, the book open in front of her, tears mingling with the ink. She couldn't control it, she couldn't stop it, it was a part of her. Georgia looked back at the book with clouded eyes. Watching the salty ink spread through the page, she leaves it. Methodically moving towards the bed, the food wafting out to her but she had shut down. She curled into a ball under the silk sheets, ignoring the screaming pain in her stomach. She drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep, as the blinding darkness consumed her and her tears finally dry.