Lonely Bloodlust

Chapter Seven

"Spes I'm sorry that this happened." Eric said. His eyes filled with sadness as they twinkled in the light. His green eyes now glossy and puffy. He placed a hand over my back and hugged me. I couldn't care less to resist. My head dangled over his shoulder as he gave me his warm embrace. I didn't hug back, I was to weak to. My arms were to my sides and my torso leaned against Eric.

Eric didn't know how to deal with these kinds of things. He never lost someone so dear to him nor has he ever been in a situation that he almost had. Sadly I had. He kept hugging me and said "I'm so sorry" repeatedly. It wasn't his fault, he shouldn't feel sad. Things just happen. Snot ran down my nose as I weeped into his shoulder. Eric took notice and started to laugh.

"Just tell me when your done using me as a human snot rag." He chuckled. I pushed myself off him walking back to the kitchen chair. He grabbed me a tissue from off the counter and handed it to me.

"It's okay Spes. He'll get better. Just take your time as of now." He reassured me, stroking the side of my cheek with a tissue, wiping away one of my many tears. I looked up at him with my watery eyes

"Thank you." I sniffed. A weak smile covered my face. "I hope you're right.". I held my head low again, grabbing his hand and I looked at it. I brushed the top of his palm, trying to comfort him. Trying to let him know that I'm okay. It seemed to work as he just stood there, not saying a word. He took a deep breath in and stepped closer to me. He took the tips of his fingertips and pushed up my chin. I stared into his grass green eyes as he looked in mine.

"I know it's been a long three months, but everything will be okay, okay? Just hang in there pup." He said, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Now stop being sad. Mr. Lakes wouldn't want that, would he? Get back to doing things okay. Just get your mind off it. I know it's hard to but I'm here. Your best friend is here for ya. I'm leaving now okay? Just text me if you need to talk." He said. Before leaving he planted a small kiss on the top of my head. My face scrunched as he pulled away. His smile grew as he looked at my disgusted face.

"Yeah, I'll try. You better be nice to that victim of yours. I mean it." I said sniffling. He looked at me with his green eyes in anger.

"She's not a victim! She is my date. I actually think she meets my standards." He huffed.

"What standards? It seems that if something has vagina , you're interested." I laughed out.

"That's my Spes." A big grin was plastered on to his face.

"But seriously, have fun tonight. Don't do anything with her you'll make her regret." I said.

"I won't." He replied with a wink. A devilish glint showed in his eyes.

"What am I going to do with you." I groaned. I smacked my palms to my face when he laughed away at his poor joke. His humor was unholy, I swear.

I sat down at the table as he scavenged his things up off the floor. I watched as he struggled to put his shoes back on. He soon was able to find all his things except his jacket. He went rampaging around in the living room. I was waiting until he realized it was right on the chair next to me. I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. He squinted his eyes and shook his head.

"You could have told me." He huffed.

"And you could have looked." I replied.

He didn't seem so fond of my comment though. He just looked at me with disappointment and shook his head at me once more.

"Well I gotta go smart ass. Just contact me if you need me." He uttered.

"Okay see you later, be safe." I replied.

"My god, you sound just like my mother."

I choked on my saliva. I jumped back in my chair as I faked to be hurt. I do not in anyway sound like a mother! I sound like a caring friend! Because I care. Ookay now I hear it...

Once Eric left I headed back on my phone. Everything I did just made me feel down. I either was looking at stuff I couldn't do or stuff my "friends" were doing. They always seemed to be doing things unlike me. I just didn't have the time nor money. I sat away at the kitchen until I looked outside.

Bright blue skies with clouds. Today was perfect to go out and get some fresh air. I very much did need some time to think to myself. Before leaving to go out I grabbed my trusty sketch book and pencils and ear buds. When ever I had to clear my mind, music and drawing were my to go options. I decided to then leave and I hopped outside.

The warm breeze brushed against my face. The sweet smell of flowers covered all outside my house. I walked my along side my rocky drive way until i hit something metal. I looked up and realized it was my car. I shook my head at my clumsiness. I opened my car door and swinged myself in. I took my time to try my music discs. After some time had went by, I had found it under the seat. A sigh of relief escaped my lips.

"Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide

No escape from reality"

I sang my heart out as the music played. I drived banging my two index fingers against the wheel with each red light. The guitar solo had just came on and I was rocking my head back and fourth. As the song came to an end I felt my head began to ache.

"I shouldn't have banged my head like that." I chuckled.

I had been driving for awhile now. I couldn't remember where the park was. Finally I had given up my determination to not use google maps. I opened my phone, looking for the google app. I looked up the park and saw it was a few roads away. I placed my devilish device, so called a phone, and placed it to the seat next to me. I hated being reliant on my phone, it made me feel so dependent on technology. I wanted to be my own independent person but nope, of course not.

I had parked my car in the parking area, looking at the the trees ahead of me. I jumped out of the car, excitement filling up my nerves. I haven't been this excited in a few months. I grabbed my earbuds and sketch book and left to go to the benches. I saw a bench near by the lake, the choppy silvery water glistened as the bright orange set on it. The same silver I once saw, I couldn't remember who it was however. The silver water was so beautiful and captivating, I was surprised that no one had taken up that bench that held a beautiful view in front of it.

I stride my way to the wooden bench and sat. A creek escaped the bench as I leaned back. I took out my sketchbook and my earbuds. I swayed my foot from left to the right as my pencil was dragged against the paper. The sounds of water splashing against the rocks, warm winds pressed against my cheek. So calming and beautiful. I continue sketching the lake for an hour or so before my pencil broke on me.

Damn it.

I reached to the back of my pocket and tried to pull out a pencil sharpener. I felt around in both back pockets. I couldn't feel any pencil sharpener. I got off the seat searching for it. It has to be somewhere around here. I became frustrated before giving up. I just flopped back on the bench in defeat. I grabbed my sketchbook and placed it on my lap and grabbed my handy dandy led pencil. I clicked it and no lead.. of course.

I sighed and leaned my head back, closing my eyes trying to clasp my sanity again. Then I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I squealed in shock and one of my ear buds flew out my ear.

My eyes widened once I saw who it was.