Kidnapped by Vampires? But it's My Time of the Month!

7- Depressed

7- Kidnapped by Vampires? But it's My Time of the Month!

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I have really got to stop going to sleep at weird times. It makes my head hurt like hell. I sit up slowly and try to focus my eyes on my surroundings. Looking over to my right, I find Daniel laying his head down on the side of the bed, asleep, like he was the other day. He looks so peaceful like that without his usual guarded expression. I smile down at him but something about yesterday makes me feel kind of funny. I think back to what happened.

"I woke up, Daniel told me he was my brother, and oh-"

The shock of it hits me like a tidal wave. I feel like time has frozen. I don't know how long I sat there like that but I finally feel someone shaking me. "Lilly! Lilly!" I hear faintly. I look over to my right and see Daniel now awake and alert, looking at me with concerned eyes.

"Lilly!" He repeats.

"Daniel...she's dead," I tell him through eyes that are now filled with tears.

He sits on the bed and puts his arms around me.

"I know, Lilly. I know," he whispers quietly.

I cry into Daniel's chest. Great heaving sobs rack my frame that would usually embarrass me, but now, I don't even care. Finally, I stop and shake from the release of them.

"Why did this happen? I was only gone for a little while and...," I can't finish. I look up at Daniel to see what he thinks. He looks me in the eyes and then looks down as if he's ashamed. That's strange.

"Daniel, why do you look that way?" I ask hesitantly.

"Lilly...," he begins, but continues to look at his lap.

Now that I think about it, he really hasn't shown any emotion at all.

"Daniel, why did this happen? Did you already know about this?"

"You have to know something," he says, still not saying much.

"Daniel, what are you talking about?" I look at him sternly, the strangeness in his demeanor starting to worry me.

A pained look crosses his face and he explains, "I took you away for a reason Lilly."

"What, because you knew this would happen?" I say halfheartedly, not really thinking that could be a reality.

"Yes, Lilly, exactly," he reveals.

"What? What are you talking about? You knew Mom would be murdered? I don't see what you're getting at," I say, confused.

"Yes I did know, and I took you away for your own safety." He replies, his face blank.

"I don't see how you could've known something like that. Even if you did know, why wouldn't you do anything to stop it? Like, I don't know, calling the police?" I ask, getting majorly frustrated.

"I did know because I know who did it, I couldn't have stopped it, and that wouldn't have helped to involve the police," he answers.

"You know who did it?" I exclaim. "Then come on, we have to tell someone!"

"Lilly, just because I know who did it, doesn't mean I can do anything. You don't know what he's capable of...," he mumbles the last part to himself, almost where I can barely hear.

I look at him, finally understanding what he's telling me.

"We're not going to do anything? We're just going to sit here and let the killer get away with it? How can you even say that? You know who murdered our mother and we can't tell anyone?" My voice has almost gone hysterical, but I don't care. I'm past the point of caring.

"No-

That's all he can get out, but I know he hasn't changed his mind. I don't want to look at him anymore. Ever since I've been here all it's been is chaos. I don't even want to hear him speak another word. Mom being killed is his fault. I don't even know how yet but I don't want to know.

"Get out." The iciness in my voice cuts him off.

"What? Why d-

I cut him off again. Jumping up, I look down at him.

"Get out!" I scream. My breathing starts to speed up and my heart beats faster from all of the hurt and anger that's been holed up inside of me. His eyes get bigger from the shock of what I'm saying and he stands up slowly.

"Lilly, I really can't!" He tells me in a desperate voice, but I'm past the point of listening now.

"I don't care if you are my brother! I hate you! I've only really known you for a few days and I already hate you. Just get the hell out!" I yell at him, jamming my finger towards the door.

He stays where he is with an expression that says he's still in shock, so I go over to the door and pull it open.

"Get out." I say for the last time with as much venom as I can, not bothering to even glance at him. I feel Daniel stand there a moment longer with his eyes on me. When I do look up, he's gone. I slam the door shut making the walls shake and hit my fist against it. Putting my back to the door, I slide down to the floor holding my throbbing hand. I cry for the second time that day. My tears slide down my cheeks and onto the floor and the sobs echo off the wall while I think how pitiful I've gotten lately.

"Why is this happening to me?" I ask to no one in particular.

Putting my head in my hands, I cry till I'm too tired to cry anymore.

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