The Thirst In Me

Fifteen

"Wisdom is the ability to learn from change."

Veron's POV

I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling fan. I hate this place. I hate being here. My every single thought goes back to Abby and how I caused her to lose her life. I still can't figure out why she was in my room in the first place. Maybe she wanted to surprise me....or apologize?

Someone knocked on my door. I sighed and wiped my hand over my face knowing it was that annoying Keisha girl again. She has a very distinctive scent, different from all the other humans I've smelled so far. It's quite intoxicating and it takes every ounce of control I have to not break down the door and taste her whenever she is near.

I got up and walked to the door. She knocked again but I fought the urge to open the door. Instead, I sat on the floor with my back against the door and waited for her note.

How are you today? K.P.

It's really weird how every time she writes a note she includes her initials.

I really have no idea why she takes time out of her day to talk to me....well write notes to me but I decided to play along just for the fun of it.

I'm really depressed.

I wrote back and pushed it under the door. I heard her heartbeat speed up as she read it and her pen scribbles over the paper loudly.

What's wrong?-K.P

I smiled as I wrote back.

Someone is bothering me.

Really? Can I help in any way?- K.P

Yes, you can actually.

Tell me how. -K.P

Well someone keeps knocking on my door every day and writing me notes like we're in the fifth grade and it's really annoying. Could you possibly get rid of such a person for me? I would really appreciate it.

She took a long time to reply and if her heart wasn't beating so loudly and her blood wasn't teasing me I would have thought she left.

You're a jerk. -K.P

I read her response and I couldn't stop laughing. It's the first I'm laughing so hard since the incident at my dorm and it's quite refreshing. I would have thanked K.P for making me laugh but I heard her stomping away toward her room which only made me laugh even harder.

I looked at the piece of pink paper in my hand. This girl has great penmanship. It looked beautiful beside my jumbled mess of a handwriting. I folded the paper carefully and placed it in the bottom of my underwear drawer. I guess if I need a laugh I can always pull it out and reread it.