First Night

First Night

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I had woken up as my head hit the desk, everyone laughed at me. Everyone. I remember that time all too well now. I choked down the last of the cheap unlabeled liquor not being able to come to terms with myself. The grey clouds overhead mocked me as if they had all the answers. What I've done, what they've done, was it worth it? Was it all worth it for one more day of pain? Of laughter? Of survival? I threw the bottle far off the roof. My dirt and blood soaked hands entering my closing field of view. "Was it worth any of this?!" My voice echoed off of the no longer empty streets. As I screamed and cried on my bruised knees, the voices of the dead hollered in delight.
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The night was cold and the wind was blowing. Their wasn't a being in sight, but that's understanding considering is around midnight. The leaves crunch under my feet and white fog surrounds my face after every exhale of air. I hear a snap from behind me and quickly turn to see what it was...nothing. Turning back, I began to quicken my pace. I'm suddenly shoved to a wall with my neck crammed to the side. "You smell delicious." A voice said. I turn my head only to see a man with jet black hair and icy blue eyes. "P-please. Let me go." I cried. He smirked, "Where's the fun in that?" With that his eyes turned red with veins under them, fangs peeked from his mouth. He latched his fangs in my neck, draining me of my blood. I can slowly feel myself become weaker, slowly start to fade away. I now lay on the ground, my own blood pooled around me, waiting for my life to end...that is until I feel warm liquid run down my throat and hear the sound of my own neck snap. __________________________________________ A/N: I literally hate this story but I don't want to delete it because it's the first one I ever wrote. Fair warning....it sucks.

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