"I hate this town. Why did I have to move here?" – I thought to myself while I was sitting in Mystic Grill, alone, drinking beer at the bar. This never happened to me before, I never was alone, I always had someone to hang out with, and I can proudly say, I was queen of the school. Everyone wanted to be my friend, guys were breaking themselves around me, I didn't get invited to the parties, my arrival was meant if the school was talking that the party will be good. I know that I hadn't real friends, all of them would stab the knife into my back at some point, but I can't say that I don't miss those days, popularity that I had and actually being noticed. Here, people only noticed me on the first day of school, and looked at me like I had horns. After that, I was invisible, like air. I even was trying to make friends, but everyone was pushing me away. And here I am, alone on a Friday night, surrounded by couples, teens playing pool and darts, dancing and drinking. "Everyone is having fun, except you, Melanie, yeah, that's right."- said evil voice inside of my head .
I drank beer and ordered a new one, thanking God that someone actually found alcohol so people can drown their grief in it.
- Boyfriend drama?
It took me so long to realize that someone actually spoke to me. I turned and saw a guy with messy, dark hair, wearing simple white shirt and black, leather jacket.
- Nope.
"Nope? Seriously Melanie.. "NOPE."?!" – evil voice started teasing me, with reason. I bit my lip, and returned drinking my beer. What else I could do? Say to him " Oh, I didn't mean to say just nope, I got confused, don't have any friends, so please continue conversation?" Definitely no.
- Family drama? Been there, done that.
He spoke to me again, and I almost started jumping from joy. I turned to him again, crossed my legs and started talking.
-No, it's not family drama. I actually moved here about a month ago, and…
He interrupted me.
- And you're not getting along here, right?
- Yes..
I was interrupted again, but not by him. It really started to piss me off.
A blond girl came into the Grill, and hit him in the back. He turned towards her.
- We have a situation. Get up.
- I'm glad to see you too, Blondie. – He said sarcastically and quickly finished his drink.
He got up from the chair and left money on the bar.
- Don't be upset because of that. I don't see how anyone can get along here. Take care, this is very dangerous town.
- Yeah, right.
By the time I said that, he was gone. It felt good talking to somebody, so I ordered a new beer, just to toast to that. About eleven o'clock I decided to go home, because I was feeling drunk and bored at the same time.
On my way home, I was thinking about Jennie, who probably just came to the party, which made me feel so miserable because of going home at eleven o'clock, on Friday's night. While I was climbing on my porch, I heard a scream. First, I petrified, looking at the door. After a few seconds, I ran into the house. I started running through the rooms on the first floor, looking for my mum. When I didn't find her, I climbed along the stairs to the second floor. I searched her bedroom, bathroom, but she wasn't there, which meant that she is probably in my bedroom. I ran towards it, but when I was about to open door, my hand stopped on doorknob. I was scared to open that door. I was afraid of what I'll find there. But it had to be done. I took a deep breath, and came in.
My legs couldn't hold on anymore. I fell on my knees. My heart started pounding hard, I couldn't come up for air and tears started pouring down my face. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"This is a dream. This is a dream. It must be." – I was telling myself and even pinched to see if I'll wake up. Nothing happened. I closed my eyes hardly and open them again. Nothing happened. Still same scene. My white carpet was covered in blood, and on it, near my bed, was lying my mother's head, while her body was in the centre of the room. I crawled to her head, took it and started hugging it.
-Mom-my…- From some reason I was trying to wake her up, but, because of sobbing, I couldn't say even one word fine. I stood up, still holding her head, and suddenly felt someone's breath on my neck. My hands started shaking and the head hit the floor. I turned slowly and saw a man crying. He had spiked, dark brown hair, a broad forehead, and his clothes were covered in blood.
- I'm sorry. – he whispered.
Something happened to his eyes. They turned red, and under them… it's like every lode turned blue. He opened his mouth. I could see huge, long, sharp fangs. That…that beast was going to kill me. He grabbed my neck, and my hands just flew to push him away. Suddenly he was screaming in pain. On his knees, holding his head like it is going to explode, he looked so weak. I was trying to realize what happened to him.
-Please… stop… - he barely uttered that, looking at my arms. Then, I realized that my arms were in the air, like they were pushing something. I bent my fingers in fist, tightening them in anger. The beast was screaming from top of his lungs, and his nose started to bleed. When I saw that, I spread my fingers and put my right hand on mouth, in shock. The beast slowly stopped to scream. My hands, all bloody, were doing that. I looked at them in shock. This was to much for me to handle, my mother is dead, I am now officially a freak with killing hands. My whole body started to shake. The room started to tumble in front of my eyes, I took one last look at my hands, and then everything went black.