• didn't know why I was in so much pain. Why I felt like I was being ripped apart, like I was slowly being imersed in fire. Ice. My hand trailed to the glistening bite mark. The blood that trailed down my shirt, painted my small pale body. It hurt and I understood. I could grasp it. I would die. I was left here alone, in the dark. There wasn't such thing as vampire, this sick monster just ripped me open. But what is this pain? I want to scream, to cry. I want to, but the pain won't let its self rip from my throat. I want it. I see the darkness. I'm dead now, right?

    Wrong.

    I see everything clearly now. I feel different. I don't like it. The moon shines overhead. So this is it? I'm an undead demon? I'm not even thirteen yet, I haven't lived. I'm stuck in this half life cursed to be my thirteen year old self forever. I don't want it. I'm dead. Please let me be....