Temporary. The dictionary defines it as "lasting, existing, serving, or effective for a time only; not permanent" but i felt like i was going to be there for the rest of my life. I had no idea how much time has passed sense Stewart and Gomez had left, and it was driving me crazy. At first lock down seemed nice. I didn't have anyone screaming at me, and i wasn't screaming at anyone. But then the honeymoon phase ended. They had locked me in this vault/cell with no form of entertainment what so ever, and pretty soon i started talking to myself, but even worse i began to pray.
Religion is not something i had followed. Its not even something i considered. I was my own religion. I worshiped me. Prayed to me.
But for some reason none of this really mattered because when times are tough, you pray.
Besides praying to a god i wasn't even sure excited i slept for most of the time. But not even sleep was helping me.
I must have had been there for a few days because i started to feel hungry. Usually i eat every day, so however long i had been in there for was a major stretch.
"Hey!" i yelled to one of guards standing outside my cell.
"What?" he asked without moving.
"Whens feeding?"
"Feedings are on Fridays." he replied.
"What's today?" i asked.
"Wednesday." i sighed. I don't know how long i had gone without eating, but it was killing me.
"How long have i been in here for?" i asked.
"About three days."
"Three days? Are you trying to starve me or something?" i yelled. When he didn't reply i demanded that i talk to Stewart. He said that he'd get him there as soon as possible.
So i waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Finally when i heard the sound of feet i looked up. But to my dismay i found Gomez.
"I asked for Stewart." i reminded the guard. He just stood there.
"What do you want princesa?" Gomez asked. I could tell that he didn't care.
"I need to feed." i told him. He just repeated the information that the guard had given me.
"I know that feedings are on Friday, but i can't wait until Friday."
We began to fight. I yelled about how i couldn't go two more days. He yelled about how i'd have to. Then he threatened to add an extra week to my lock down.
"What the fuck does that matter you son of a bitch? I have no sense of time anyway!" he turned and began to walk away. I yelled for him, but he just kept walking.
"Pequeño mocoso." i heard him say.
My spanish skills were, well i didn't actually know any Spanish, but i assumed that he insulted me.
I almost cried when Friday arrived. But i also almost cried when i saw that i wouldn't be feeding off of a human. Instead they gave me a bottle.
A bottle for the baby.
Great.
About five more horrible days passed.
Then two more.
Feeding.
Three more.
Two more.
Two more.
Feeding.
That was my life. That was the only thing that i had to look forward to.
Pathetic.
"Hey!" i heard. The voice awoke me from my sleep. I rubbed my eyes and looked up to find Stewart standing outside my cell. I had been here for about a month now, and this was the first time since then that i had seen him. A fresh face. This was exciting.
"Its time to meet with your lawyer." he told me. I smiled.
"I get to get out of here?" i asked.
"Only for the time it takes to talk to your lawyer." i continued to smile. An hour was just enough time for me.
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Bloody Summer
Novela Juvenil*PLEASE GIVE ME CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM! I wont really know how to improve on my writing if I dont get some help. Thanx :) P.S ik that i changed the view in which the story is written... im sorry :) (oh and become a fan!) * Summer is a bad vampire. F...
