Wings or fangs, Saint or denial., chapter 3
They say home is where the heart is, but what a shame, cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same!
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It's too late for that, Rachel! I told myself. You can't go back.
For those of you that have ever run away, you know what it's like. Every time you hear a siren, you assume it's coming at you. Every time you hear a person or see a person that sounds familiar, you freeze up. And just when you think you've escaped it all, a newspaper shoved in front of your face has your name and age and description and photo on the front page.
I was just sitting there, inside the coffee shop, longingly watching other people order their favorite drinks and donuts, then realizing how hungry I was, I noticed I had no money. I didn't want to get kicked out for not buying anything, so I told them I was a writer trying to think of something inspirational and that my next chapter involved a coffee shop. Not wanting to seem like a liar, which I was, I observed the people coming in and out of the store.
Then I saw the newspaper across the room on a rack, and I buried my head in my arms. I decided I would have to find a place where I could get my hair cut or something for free. A girl walked in, a tall, pretty girl, her cheeks red from the cold. That's when I remembered my Health class teacher telling me cheeks turn red because of the blood...
The blood...
I felt that rumble start up in my stomach, and I felt my teeth itching to sink into her vein. I saw her wrists coming out of her sleeves. I felt even worse then last time, hungrier, angrier, and I couldn't help myself. I stood up. My body dragged my feet over to her, she was standing at the cashier. I quickly hid myself with the crowd, and watched her go out of the shop. I speedily ran after her, trying to catch up. She didn't notice me following her. A blast of cold air hit me as I ran out of the door. I turned around to see which way she was going, and I caught site of that black van that I had noticed earlier. The door began to slide open. I quickly hurried after the girl. She turned into an ally way, and took out a carton of cigarettes. As hard as I tried to approach her slowly, my body was flung towards her.
She stared me up and down, then gave me a dirty look.
"What do you want, kid?"
I slowly stepped toward her, grabbing her hand. My hand grabbed her wrist and held it up to my mouth. I slowly rolled up her sleeve.
"Ew, what the hell are you doing? HELP!"
My other hand covered her mouth and dragged her into the back of the ally. I slowly sank my teeth into her wrists and that force that was in me all of a sudden sucked back the blood. By the time I was done, she was pale and shaking, and as I took my teeth out of her, her wrists healed up, no sign of the fact that two seconds before, I had been there. I slowly wiped my mouth, and walked along the streets, my mind feeling satisfied, better then before.
Then I came to. That evil, lurking aura seemed to lift out of me, and realizing what I had done, I became fully aware. I ran behind the coffee shop and puked my brains out, my hand clutching the wall, my other on my stomach.
"Hey, kid, there you are!"
I gasped, it was that squeaky male voice again, the one who gave me his coat the other day. Though I would have gotten used to the cold by now, I was still grateful for it, I had actually gotten a few hours of sleep last night. It was the drummer, the one I loved so much. He patted my back as I felt the leather coat, wondering how he found me, and wondering if he saw what I had done. Begging the high powers that he didn't see, I closed my eyes and continued to upchuck.
"Hey what happened? What's wrong with you?"
I looked up to see concern in his eyes. Unusual. I slowly let the last of it out, then stood up straight, feeling dizzy and hungry.
"That's it, you have to come with me..."
He grabbed my arm, but I tugged back and stood there, looking at him. I slowly took his coat off and held it at arms length, a gesture that meant, 'Take it back.' He didn't take it, however. He grabbed my other hand, and took me to his car.
It was a big black van.
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It's too late for that, Rachel! I told myself. You can't go back.
For those of you that have ever run away, you know what it's like. Every time you hear a siren, you assume it's coming at you. Every time you hear a person or see a person that sounds familiar, you freeze up. And just when you think you've escaped it all, a newspaper shoved in front of your face has your name and age and description and photo on the front page.
I was just sitting there, inside the coffee shop, longingly watching other people order their favorite drinks and donuts, then realizing how hungry I was, I noticed I had no money. I didn't want to get kicked out for not buying anything, so I told them I was a writer trying to think of something inspirational and that my next chapter involved a coffee shop. Not wanting to seem like a liar, which I was, I observed the people coming in and out of the store.
Then I saw the newspaper across the room on a rack, and I buried my head in my arms. I decided I would have to find a place where I could get my hair cut or something for free. A girl walked in, a tall, pretty girl, her cheeks red from the cold. That's when I remembered my Health class teacher telling me cheeks turn red because of the blood...
The blood...
I felt that rumble start up in my stomach, and I felt my teeth itching to sink into her vein. I saw her wrists coming out of her sleeves. I felt even worse then last time, hungrier, angrier, and I couldn't help myself. I stood up. My body dragged my feet over to her, she was standing at the cashier. I quickly hid myself with the crowd, and watched her go out of the shop. I speedily ran after her, trying to catch up. She didn't notice me following her. A blast of cold air hit me as I ran out of the door. I turned around to see which way she was going, and I caught site of that black van that I had noticed earlier. The door began to slide open. I quickly hurried after the girl. She turned into an ally way, and took out a carton of cigarettes. As hard as I tried to approach her slowly, my body was flung towards her.
She stared me up and down, then gave me a dirty look.
"What do you want, kid?"
I slowly stepped toward her, grabbing her hand. My hand grabbed her wrist and held it up to my mouth. I slowly rolled up her sleeve.
"Ew, what the hell are you doing? HELP!"
My other hand covered her mouth and dragged her into the back of the ally. I slowly sank my teeth into her wrists and that force that was in me all of a sudden sucked back the blood. By the time I was done, she was pale and shaking, and as I took my teeth out of her, her wrists healed up, no sign of the fact that two seconds before, I had been there. I slowly wiped my mouth, and walked along the streets, my mind feeling satisfied, better then before.
Then I came to. That evil, lurking aura seemed to lift out of me, and realizing what I had done, I became fully aware. I ran behind the coffee shop and puked my brains out, my hand clutching the wall, my other on my stomach.
"Hey, kid, there you are!"
I gasped, it was that squeaky male voice again, the one who gave me his coat the other day. Though I would have gotten used to the cold by now, I was still grateful for it, I had actually gotten a few hours of sleep last night. It was the drummer, the one I loved so much. He patted my back as I felt the leather coat, wondering how he found me, and wondering if he saw what I had done. Begging the high powers that he didn't see, I closed my eyes and continued to upchuck.
"Hey what happened? What's wrong with you?"
I looked up to see concern in his eyes. Unusual. I slowly let the last of it out, then stood up straight, feeling dizzy and hungry.
"That's it, you have to come with me..."
He grabbed my arm, but I tugged back and stood there, looking at him. I slowly took his coat off and held it at arms length, a gesture that meant, 'Take it back.' He didn't take it, however. He grabbed my other hand, and took me to his car.
It was a big black van.
