Before the fangs

Chapter 1

--Alex's POV--

"No, I don't want to go." I tried running back into the hospital.

"Let's go Alex." Dad gripped my arm tighter.

"I want to stay with mom, let me stay." I struggled to get out of his grip.

"You're coming home. I don't care what you want!" He yelled.

I finally realized I wasn't going back in there. I hung down my head and then got in the car. I silently began crying as we drove away from the hospital.
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We get home and I run up to my room still crying. I close my door behind me and fall back on my bed.

"If you want food come back down!" My dad yelled.

I just ignored him. I couldn't eat I wasn't in the mood for anything. And it was my birthday to...

"Afraid to die

And afraid to live,

Oh what a way to exists."

I began humming.

"Oh woah oh oh

Is this the way life will

Always be?

Oh woah oh oh

My insecurities will be the death of me

I'm falling."

I felt my hands reach up towards my neck. I fumbled with the key around my neck. My mom had the locket that went with it. No, stop Alex you can't think about mom. I unhooked the necklace and threw it on my dresser.

And I eventually fell asleep laying right where I was. Without covers, crying, and just a plain mess. And with that I drifted asleep.
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"You monster!" He screamed.

"I'm not a monster!" I yell back still crying.

"Just look at you. Cold, dead, read eyes. Sharp, piercing teeth. And those pointy nails of yours." He says.

"You made me like this! I didn't have a choice." I muttered the last part.

"You could've been smarter." He scoffed.

"I'm still a kid." I said.

"Now you're not, now you're just a monster." He was constantly reminding me.

"What am I supposed to do?" I muttered.

"I don't know, you tell me. You got yourself into this." He says.

I began to cry. But something was strange. I brought my hand to my face, and I looked down at my hand. My hand was covered in blood. I'm crying blood?

I just stood there staring at my hands. My hands began to shake and my vision was blurry.

"You're a killer." The voice whispered.
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"I'm not a killer." I sat up in bed gasping for air.

I look over at the clock. It's 9 pm. I get up and look at my self in the mirror. My eyes look fine. I open my mouth and gently run my fingers over my teeth. They look fine. My nails look fine as well.

I sat on the floor against the edge of my bed.

"Alex!" My dad yelled.

He barged in the before I could answer. He was holding a beer bottle.

"Y-Yes dad?" I mumble.

He was slurring and I have no clue what he's saying.

"What dad?" I ask.

"Shut up!" He yelled.

"B-But I just-" I began crying.

"Oh go cry to your mother." He mumbled.

He then threw the bottle on my floor right next to me. It broke in half and he left.

I wasn't taking this anymore. I stood up from the floor and began looking for my key necklace. I found it and put it on. I then began looking for a piece of paper.

I eventually found a sticky note and stuck it to my mirror after I wrote down,

'Goodbye. ~Alex'

I wasn't sure where I was gonna go but I sure wasn't staying here. I headed quietly down the stairs. Dad was asleep on the couch. I opened the front door and shut it slowly.

Well, here goes nothing.

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