Vamp

Chapter 3

I didn't get the point of going to school. What if something bad happens? I just have the feeling inside of me. I don't know. It's weird. How could I go back to school knowing that I'm a vampire hunter and that I just found out that everything that I thought that wasn't real, appeared to be as real as I was. Something that seems so unrealistic, but you just don't ever know the truth.

I was sitting in the back of the truck. Damon was driving. Stefan was sitting in the passenger seat right next to him. I felt lie a seven year old back here all by myself. I looked out the window seeing blurs of colors. The trees not able to have a chance to show off its leaves. Just plain green. Spinning in every direction. It was cloudy today. It looked a little too dark. No sun was spotted. My mother told me when I was younger that when its a cloudy day the sun uses all its force to show its brightness.

"Mom?" I asked. My mother was sitting at the kitchen table typing on the computer. My father was drinking steaming coffee and read the print on the newspaper. "Yes, hon?" my mother asked. I looked out the window again. Trying one last time to see if I could answer my question myself. But I didn't succeed. "Is the sun gone?" I asked. My mother wrote a smile across her face. My father chuckled. I didn't like that they were laughing at me. I grunted, "Stop it!" I hollered. My mother placed a hand on my shoulder. Her nails were painted bright pink. I didn't like the color very much. It was to noticeable. "Hon, you don't have to scream." she says. I crossed my hands over my chest again, "To answer your question," she continued, "the sun is still out there. It's trying its best to break through the clouds and show off its beauty."

I gave her a look of confusion. Beauty? There was no beauty in the sun. It was just a big orange blob. What was so special about? "The sun isn't pretty." I said. My dad chuckled again. He put his newspaper down and sipped his coffee. He had his glasses on again. I don't know why, but I've always been afraid of people with glasses on. They look so smart. Like they know everything and being judged by them would be a crime. "Kiddo," my father started, "the sun is beautiful. It ='s the reason we can see outside. It's the light of our day. The flashlight that makes you see everything, trees, grass, the sky.." "Flowers?" I interrupted. My father nodded his head, "Even flowers." he said with a smile. I have never seen my father without a smile across his face.

When he was happy you were happy. He could turn your day around from a bad day to the most wonderful day of your life. I hope I never lose my dad. Because without him I wouldn't be who I am. Escpecially my mom. I want to grow up as beautiful as my mom. How flawless she was. The kindest person you could ever meet. I'll never lose tem. Not until I'm old and gray. My parents will always be with me.

Forever.

I touched my hand against the car door window. I didn't realize I had hot tears ready to drip down my face. I blinked the tears back, but one tear escaped and trailed down my cheek. And fell to ground. My parents. They were gone. There was nothing I could do to bring them back. No matter how hard I would try it just didn't seem to work. I imagine myself in another world. Where my mother baked the most delicious M&M cookies and my dad was coaching my softball team. My dad was always first base couch. He would pat my back and tell me I had a great hit. I liked to help my mother bake cookies in the kitchen. She even let me eat some of the cookie dough sometimes. I imagined my world perfect again. Where I wasn't alone. Before my parents were shoot in that building in a freak accident.

"Anna?" Stefan asked. I faced forward. I didnt realize that millions of tears poured down my face. "Are you okay?" Stefan asked. I nodded my head. I wiped the tears off my face quickly, "I'm fine." I lied. You could say your fine a million times, but you don't have to mean it once. Damon turned around to see what was going on. He looked at me worried. I nodded my head and gave him a fake smile, but it was like he could see me through glass. "What's wrong?" He commanded boldly. I didn't answer. I gave him the gift of silence. The car stopped unexpectally. We went flying. My whole body whipped back. My head slammed into the seat. I felt a rush of pain. "Damon?" I whispered. "Its going to be okay." he told me. We crashed into something. The car most of flipped over. Glass was shattered everywhere. I felt aches and bruises. I tried to keep my eyes open. "She's dying." Stefan said worried. Stefan fought to take his seat belt off. He crawled towards me. He put his hand on my face, "Anna?" he said. I blinked my eyes. Stefan put me in his arms. He kicked the door open to let us out.