It's been three months. Three months since everything happened, since the day. I've been going to school like a normal teenager, and hanging out with my friends. Something feels off or missing, I can't quite put my finger on it though. Sometimes I get these urges, I don't quite know what to call them, but I get these urges usually when I'm around blood. Ever since that day, the urges come back. Day after day, night after night. I can't quite remember anything. My memory is patchy there, from that day. I-I remember somethings like before it all happened. It was just a normal day, school was completely normal, I walked home like I would normally do. I felt someone or something following me, I don't know who or what was following me, but I remember that. While I was walking home, someone or something was following me. I was walking towards a stop light, crossing the highway... After that, everything went black. I have no memories after that. Sometimes during the day, I feel like I black out. I don't know what's wrong with me. Is there something wrong with me? Ever since that day, I often find myself look down at peoples wrists, and the major arteries in their necks. It's like- like they can talk to me. Like, they are throbbing. Sometimes I feel like I am gone, like I died and came back to life. I feel like I'm not myself anymore. Ever since that day.
"Tasha, what are you doing?" A voice said. "Tasha, Tasha! Let go! *groaning* ouch, Tasha you're hurting me!"
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——————-Mela
