Before I Die
Disclaimer: Jerry Dandridge doesn't belong to me.
I have a little trouble sleeping
Been like this for a while
I can't get you off my mind
I'm easily distracted
Like I'm losing time
I can't get you off my mind
Silence - Olivia Broadfield
I'm not entirely sure where to begin.
Dad has put me in therapy and gave me this Diary to write down everything that happened.
Therapy isn't really working for me. I mean how do you tell a professional that you weren't exactly kidnapped but were actually on the run?
When they found me. Dad told everyone, the media, and the police that I had been kidnapped and was held for ransom in a basement. My captor died in a basement fire and that I managed to get to a neighbor's phone and call the police?
It was so far from the truth that I felt that I had to bite my own tongue from screaming the truth.
Jerry wasn't my captor. No. He did the exact opposite of holding me captive. He freed me.
I was dying before I met him. I wasn't even really living when I met him.
He brought me back to life. It's ironic when you think about it. Vampires weren't known to save people. Vampires weren't known for bringing back people from the dead but known to make them one of the undead. And Jerry did turn a few people along the way and made them into Vampires. And no matter how much I begged and pleaded. He refused to turn me into one.
I'm not going to make Jerry seem like some pansy ass Vampire that tried desperately not to drink on human blood. He was not Edward fucking Cullen. He was anything but innocent and there were moments when he knew how to appear sweet. But at the end of the night you still have a blood thirsty Vampire that just loved a good meal and he adored having an apple afterwards. There was something about the taste of an apple after ripping someone's throat out and having that warm blood sliding down your throat.
'Like having a beer after a good meal.' He explained to me once.
I knew he was a changing me. He didn't necessarily have to bite me and turn me into a Vampire, for me to be changed by him. He was a Vampire and lived four hundred years longer than me. How can you not be changed by someone that has been living that long? All the things I had seen and what he taught me.
But most of all. How do you not fall in love?
I guess I should start from the very beginning.
How it all came to be.
Hi, it's been a long time since I've written anything. My old laptop passed away nearly two years ago and I feel a bit rusty. So, please excuse any typos and grammar.