A/N: Hullo! This is my first mozie story, and probably the only one of its kind. :D Here's the deal, this is a vampire story. And before you can squirm and click my enemy, the back button, you need to know that this is not a twilight rip-off. I kept a few vampire traits, and kept the story in Forks, since I have neither the patience nor the will to look for other sunless places in the US. That's about all I kept from twilight, I'll let you know if there are anymore. Oh! Yeah I kept the plot; there will be differences, because in my story, Suzie is sent to live in forks with her father because she tried to commit suicide. Here it goes. The characters are slightly AU.
It was everywhere.
On the floor,
On the sink.
Like me, it lay unmoving on the cold tile floor. The tiles went from pearly white to blood red. As I lay on my stomach, I could've sworn I felt the life draining out of me, slowly but surely. There was nothing my bitch of a mother could do about it. I smiled at the thought of being dead, the sudden movement causing gentle ripples in the pooling liquid. Closing my eyes, waiting for the chill of death, for the comfort it would bring to my tormented mind. Sadly, at the same time, my mother burst through the door, letting out a soft gasp that hurt my ears. Losing a lot of blood made me sensitive to many things.
"Suzie!" She screamed, stepping over the ocean of blood and grabbing my forearms, lifting me up. By now, everything was disoriented, and all I saw was the frantic moving of her lips, forming words I couldn't understand. I heard 'moving', father', and 'forks for your own good.' I could've been sure I was dead. But I wasn't. And In my subconscious in knew I wasn't going to die. That fact alone caused me to shudder involuntarily .My disoriented vision grew into a thick haze, and my hearing lessened, I tried to look at the gash in my arm, but I couldn't move my head. Fuck. My mom left me on the floor, and ran somewhere. Was she going to leave me here to perish? If so, why I am I still here? I knew she was going to leave, fucking bitch. And if by some miracle get out alive, I'm going to have to keep living this bullshit life until I find the courage to try again, or find some sort of epic epiphany that'll make me want to keep living.
I scoffed at the latter, knowing me it'll never happen.
Last thing I saw before it all went black was my mother franticly calling the ambulance on the phone. Maybe I was wrong.
The again maybe I was right.
"Suzie!" my mother scolded, looking at me with a parental glare that held concern, disappointment, longing, and anger all at once. I scratched the back of my head impatiently and looked at her with the most uncaring facial expression I could muster. "Now Suzie, I really hope you…"She hesitated, looking for the right words. My expression switched from uncaring to pissed off. I scowled in distaste and glared at her. It didn't take a genius to figure out she was trying to rephrase 'I really hope you don't try to kill yourself again.' "I really hope you find yourself. " My mother smiled in obvious triumph, but frowned when she saw my scowl. Scoffing, I took the ticket and turned my back on her, my steps heavy. "Bye honey! I love you!" If it was possible, I scowled even more. That scowl, which seemed to be my facial expression of choice for the last 4 years, remained on my face until I got to the security of my seat, which was next to the window. I think I scared all of the flight attendants, none of which offered me a drink or asked me if I was comfortable. I looked out the window at the sky, so blue with tumbleweeds of white fluff, with a longing stare. How I wanted to fly away from here, away from my parents, away from life. I felt my left arm burn and looked at the gashes on it. Wounds that bled if touched the wrong way. They were nasty, scabbed wounds that seemed to scream out an unwanted response. Not everybody gets what they want, Suzie!
The burning wouldn't go away, no matter how hard I tried to distract myself. But even if I could distract myself, everything would've failed. Everything on this plane seemed to smash in my face what I had done, and how if I didn't do it, I wouldn't see the plane's old seats and overweight passengers. Shifting, I placed a good part of my arm under my thigh and closed my eyes, trying to see if I could find some sort of sleep. The trip was 5 hours, what hurt could sleep give me?
When I woke up, the plane was landing, and the burning had subsided. I moved to stretch but winced at the stiffness in my legs and arms. Why couldn't they build beds on planes? I smiled at the thought. As the plane landed, the pilot made his final announcement to all of his passengers.
"Welcome to Forks."
Yay, me.
A/N: Hope that was good for you guys, despite the shortness! R & R!