Hickeys

Chapter 1

"Are you sure you are not having dinner tonight honey?" My mum asked me. I nod, grabbingbmy school bag and leave.

Is friday, hopefully I will make this day go fast. I hope..

"Hey Ariana!" My friendly neighbour waved at me as I stepped out of the house.

"Good morning Mr. Conory!" I salute back and he smiles warmly.

I walk through the park to school. I need go be careful who will see me today because I don't want as much hate as I get everyday..

I finally arive just in time and the bell rang. I have maths first class, that means I won't get hate this lesson. Yay.

"Everybody give out your homework." My maths teacher instructed. I take my fricking homework out and hand it to my annoying teacher.

People usually think that I'm always mad but I'm not. I might be just grumpy and sometimes mad. But the life I live is quite the right way to treat everything around me.

Yes, I am self harming and yes, I do live a misserable life but hey, life is not as good as it was when we were kids. Small bits add up to and they metnally fuck you up.

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Today went well. Only two whores called me names but thats it. Weekend finally. I can lock myself into my room, stuff myself with haribo and watch netflix till I can't feel my eyes anymore.

You see, I literally have no social life. I have no friends, exept two. Sara from Egypt and Roxy from Romania and because I live in England, is really hard to get in contact with them.

Before I go home, I decide I'll better change my bandages from my wrist so that my mum won't see the cuts when I get home. She only saw my cuts once when it was summer and my long bracelet fell off and I was wearing a shirt. That was in July, five months ago.

"Shit." I murmur as I take off the sticky and full of blood plaster on my hand. I quickly throw it in the bin and take another one to replace it.

With that, I make my way home.

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"I'm hooome!" I shout loud enough for my mum to hear me and I run upstairs into my room.

"Jesus, what the fuck are you doing in my room?" I say as I see my older brother leg crossed on the floor.

"I was looking for something, gosh calm down!" He stands up.

"What is it?" I ask him and he roll his eyes.

"Did you took my PlayBoy magazine from my room?" He replies and I start laughing.

"I don't need that crap full of whores. I didn't and if you can't find it, find something else to masturbare on!" I say and I push him out of my room.

Yep, I'm grumpy and not in the mood today as you can see.

I change myself into a pair of sweetpants and a white and plain t-shirt. I brush my hair and put it in a messy bun and lay down on my bed with my laptop next to me and a bag of haribos. Perfect, more calories.

After four hours of ramdon movies that I've found on Netflix, I fall asleep not even bothering to close tbe damn window. Although I placed the now empty bag of haribo and the laptop on the nightstand.

Harry's POV

Is so close. I can feel it. Gosh,  it smells so fresh and innocent yet so evil. I know is somewhere here, the smell is just too strong! There were some lights tunred on there and there but the smell camed from my left.

I spot a house with an open window and my reflex made me examine it. The smell became stronger and stronger and I could feel my blood rushing through my veins as I started to run and jump on the roof of the house.

I quickly pop up my head through the window and I could barely see something. It was too dark but the smell of blood made me realise the person I was looking for is right here.

I quietly enter the room and now I ca  see that there is a person sleeping on the bed and the person is actually a girl. I step closer, wanting to know how she looks like but I can't see her face proppely.

She shifth onto her bed and she covers her face with the blanket. Great.

I bend over and carefully stare at her. I know I'm a creep for doing this but you'll get used with me doing this.

"Mhmm.." I've heard the girl murmuring in her sleep. My lips are inches apart from her bare neck and with the dim light, I can see her face a bit better. Her lips are apart and her soft breathing makes her chest go up and down in a syncron.

She is the source. She is the one with the strong blood. But how could I smell her blood? She mush have a cut or something or maybe she is on her period. I don't know.

I keep looking at her God knows why and I can now see her bare hands. Her wrist was almost chopped off.. She had so many cuts and they were so deep. Why would she cut herself? What is bothering her so much that she is selfharming her so badly?

"Mhmm.." Another sound escaped her lips as she slowly shifts into her bed.

What if I can help her? What if I'll turn her into what I am? She could start life over again. But I can't do it now. I have to wait. I have to know what is going on in her life and just then I can transform her into a vampire.