Scare You Away.

{Chapter 1}

.:CHAPTER 1:.

Miller's POV: 

"Miller, my husband and myself are moving." Dr.Hensley said, staring deeply into my brown eyes. I felt tears starting to pour from mine. I rub them away and blink a couple times. 

"Why? Who's going to be my therapist?" I ask, standing up to meet her gaze. 

"I went online and made some calls and your new therapist will be Dr. Julianne Benward. I promise, you'll like her, and she's a good therapist. She can help you," She said, touching my shoulder. 

"I don't need anyone's fucking help." 

"Language." She corrected me, giving me a glare. 

I grabbed my things and left her office without saying another word. I can walk home, I don't need her to drive me. I hug my bag tightly against my chest and flip my hair out of my face. 

I can feel the little bit of sun that was still in the sky burn my pasty white skin. 

...

I come upon my house and step inside it. I see my father sitting at the table, flipping through a book of medical supplies. 

"Miller, did you have a good day, son?" He asked, not really wanting to know the answer. 

"No, Dr. Hensley is moving. I have to go to a new shitty therapist." I whispered, the last part. 

"I'm sure the new therapist will be awesome." He's always like that. Trying to make a bad situation good, but, I hate it. This world isn't a good place, there so much blood and death. 

The thoughts are coming back, the lights. 

I hold my head nad run upstairs without saying a word. I slam my door shut and collapse onto the floor... 

I see her, standing above me, blood dripping from her head, I scream loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear me. She leans against me and whispers, "I love you Mills." I hate hearing her voice but it won't leave. 

I scream even louder than before, tears streaming down my face and I sit there in silence. Trying to make the sounds go away and I can't. They continue on, until I cannot take it anymore. I grab my blade from under my bed and cut 15 times on the same arm. 

The blood trickles down my arm and onto my white T-shirt. I lay my lips down on the cuts and suck them clean of blood. It tastes good and I moan in pleasure. 

Does that make me a vampire? No. Just completely and utterly psychopathic.