I Hate Vampires!

18

I didn’t go to school the next day. I didn’t answer when Macey asked if I was ok. I didn’t leave my room. All I could think about was the look in Bricks eyes when I said I hated him; the heartbreaking sadness, the hopelessness, the confusion. ‘Why does he care so much? He knew from the beginning I didn’t like him, didn’t want him around. I still don’t, I know I don’t. I hate vampires, I hate princes, and I hate boys. So why does it hurt so much?’ I sighed and rolled out of bed. I looked at the clock, ‘1:30, Macey should still be at school. She won’t know I left my room.’ With that thought in mind I crept downstairs and into the kitchen. I opened the freezer and grabbed a tub of ice cream. It was Chocolate Therapy, my new obsession. After grabbing a spoon I raced back up to my room and shut the door. As I ate my ice cream I continued to mull over my situation, the aching in my heart sure didn’t help. By the time Macey got home I was ready to explode. I heard her timidly knock on my door, “Liz? Are you ready to come out yet?” She asked. “No, not yet.” I winced when my voice cracked, it sounded like I had been crying! Macey obviously thought that too, because she immediately panicked. “Liz, are you ok? Are you crying? Come on, let me in! I can help you!” “Macey!” I snapped, “I’m not crying! I’m fine, so go away!” I knew I sounded harsh, more so than normal, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t ready to talk to her, she’d just tell me that I had been unfair and Brick was just trying to help. I need someone to talk to who doesn’t know the princes, someone completely unbiased. I sat up, a smile creeping on my face. ‘I know exactly who to talk to. She’ll be able to help, I know it!’ “Macey, I’m going out.” I shouted. Without waiting for a response I jumped out of bed and to the window. I threw it open and flew out. ‘Man, maybe all I need is some flying time; this feels great!’ I laughed in pure joy, loving the wind on my face and in my hair. It didn’t take me long to reach my destination, the forest. I landed in a clearing and called out. I barely finished with the name before I was tackled to the ground. I felt my attackers claws rub up against my back and their fur on my skin. I panicked and went limp, knowing who it was. My head hit the ground hard and my last thought before passing out was, ‘Why me?’