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"But...i love you."
Type woke up in cold sweat to spring forward, his eyes darted everywhere and he breathed heavily.
Then he brought up his hand to clutch his chest over his heart in pain.
Squeezing his eyes shut he took calming breathes.
Then he looked to his window, gritting his teeth in frustration.
Once he settled down he rolled his eyes getting out of bed.
This was types new routine for the week and a half since he came home from the hospital.
Type then walked quietly and slowly down the stairs to go to the couch to lay in the fetal position turning the tv on, watching nothing.
That night his mother came home after her birthday dinner to go check on type with anger he didn't show up.
When boonire opened the door she was in a state of panic rushing herself to type.
He was on the floor shaking, hugging himself and she could see a pool of blood near him.
Type spent two days in the hospital not talking to anyone. He wouldn't tell anyone what had happened. The doctor however, figured it out and told boonire.
Boonire sat next to type who kept his stare forward, breathing heavily in and out.
"Type? Why did you drink your own blood?"
He flinched.
Type lashed out at his mother.
Turning his head to the side he looked angerly to her.
"Why did you have to fuck a vampire to have me?"
Boonires eyes widen. She could not believe type would ask such a thing.
Her face went sullen.
"I...fell in love with him."
Type looked forward giving a dark chuckle. Then he took his hand from her.
Her eye brows furrowed in pain and sadness.
"Your such an idiot."
Then he turned his body to the side, squeezing his eyes shut.
Type manily said that to himself.
After he got out he had to go back to school. Type kept his friends around him and he had lunch in his classroom or he didn't eat going to a bathroom locking the door.
Kusa kept watch but tharn didn't go anywhere near type.
They both stayed away from each other.
Type laying on the couch he was An empty shell of self loathing.
He hated himself that he had fallen in love with tharn. Type hated himself that he drank his blood.
He hated everything.
Now he was lost, his relationship with his mother was strained and he kept dreaming of the day tharn told him he loved him.
Type knew that was a lie. Vampires in his opinion now we're all the same. They were manipulators, deceitful and nothing but soulless spineless cowards.
Also now type kept waking up every night, from the second he came home, from the hospital to that annoying dream. It would not get out of his head.
Type looked up to see light coming from the kitchen. It was becoming morning. With a yawn he went upstairs to get dressed for school.
Once finished he came back down for his mother to have food for him but she ignored him after there conversation at the hospital. Boonire didn't know what to say.
Watching her leave with her head down he went on auto.
Going to the kitchen he ate and drank his blood, with no Emotion.
Type was gone. Now all that remained was an emotionless, heartless, numb half breed who didn't care.
Once done he put everything in the sink.
In his first class he stared forward not hearing the lecture. Somehow he was passing with A's. He didn't care nonetheless. He was counting the days til summer break. Sighing, they had 5 months til then.
Each class was the same, by lunch he had gone to his last class settling in to eat his bag lunch til tin put his arm around his throat pulling him.
"Hey!"
"Listen i dont know why you are acting like this but you need to eat lunch with us before you lose us type."
Types eyes opened wide.
"Tin let go! I already have my lunch."
Tin shook his head.
Type couldn't get away. Tin pulled him to the cafeteria. Type kept his head down.
Tin took him all the way to the table making him sit. Then he put both his hands on his shoulders. All his friends looked to him in surprise.
"Now i.am going to get your food and blood. Lin if he moves get him."
Then tin left.
Types eyes furrowed in anger.
God damn it.
"Can't believe your here."
Type grimanced.
"I....don't like eating around death all the time."
His friends either scoffed or rolled there eyes.
Tin came back too put his tray in front of him.
Type picked up a fork and put food slowly in his mouth.
Type was breathing heavily.
Don't look! Don't you fucking look!
Since he got into the cafeteria he felt tharn. He knew he was there. However, there was an edge to it. Type didn't like what he felt. That wasent tharns normal energy he felt in the past. This felt different.
Type chewed his cheek and couldn't stop himself.
He slowly peeked to him. Then got confused.
Tharn looked just like them.
He had his brows furrowed, his arms across his chest, fists balled up.
Type looked back to the table.
He then picked up his vile drinking it in full.
Type didn't want to think or feel anything for him.
You two are over! You only made it 3 and a half weeks not even a month.
Shaking his head he ate in silence.
Once the bell rang they got all up to throw away there food.
Tharn had to go the opposite way to go to his building so they ended up colliding.
Type fell to the ground, his friends looked to him then at tharn.
Type kept his head down, he had no fight in him. Tharn shook his head but left.
Types friends helped him up.
Patting him on the back They went around him to go to class.
Type stood they're taking deep breathes.
Then he looked to see krit with his arms folded across his chest looking at type.
Type furrowed his eye brows and walked around him.
Walking in a rush he felt a hand to his wrist pulling him to a closet.
Locking the door types eye widen.
Then he backed his back to the wall staring at them in.full on fury.
Krit had his back to the door looking at type.
"We need to talk half breed."