the middle : Don' t look at me

31 2 0
                                    

With this new accurance with Derek I searched for more books about our situation and I found a story about us but as a fiction with some truth,  written by her lover that wasn't able or willing to help her . It was Don't Look at Me. Here is a page from this book: 

" Don't look at me I'm a horrible creature a very horrible creature.  Why you say,  this is why... I was a normal girl in a small town near the woods east of New Haven.  My name is Theresa by the way.  Well back to the story.  On March,  11, 1893 at about 3:09pm s rampage of toothy,  hairy,  flea covered wolf like creatures fled our town and attacked everyone or at least almost everyone all accept several noble men and women. The rest if us where either infected and left for dead or slaughtered.  I was one of the cursed beings any way ( obviously vampire is what she ment) and know was only cursed to be a worse thing every Moon.  But I soon was captured and convicted to die put in steel boxes with steel padlocks and awaiting death. All I could think do I diserve this I am human ish by morning and most nights but no the man whose whife dispises me did this and he was now Mayer after the other one fled us in our greatest need for them. Every day less and less boxes where left the others lay dead in our sight the only face I truly saw alive where the cruel prison guards and my loving husband who graciously wrote these words when I couldn't (like what ever that is a bunch of bull) and I was the last box one cruel and waitfull day where it was my turn die they took me to the "chopping "block and down goes the blade and nothing. (harsh)

Through my EyesWhere stories live. Discover now