Five years.
Five years dead.
Five years dead and alive.
Five years dead and alive as the one creature my family loathed. My friends loathed. My neighbors, my tribe, everyone loathed.
I heard the almost inaudible sounds of William shuffling over to Adelaide. "Is she okay?" he whispered to her.
As if I couldn't hear him. I resisted shaking my head, for they both already knew the answer. I was the one who didn't take being what we were the best. I still held onto my old life close to me; after all, I'm sixteen. I should be twenty-one by now, but I am still stuck in a sixteen year old's body and it bugs the crap out of me.
I don't see how any of this is fair. Why am I the one who has to suffer? I did nothing wrong. I was the one who was simply hiking in the woods, like everyone else in town did, but no; I had to be the one that was attacked and killed. I had to be the one left to die, until I was rescued, and then banished. I had to be the different one.
It's a miracle I came across William in South Dakota and we decided to stay together for awhile. Then, we met Adelaide in Chicago, after almost two years as just the two of us. William started to crush on her a bit and became very attached to her, especially when he found out about how she was abandoned by all those she loved when she was dying of influenza. She never got to say her final words to her family; they simply left her. William became very sympathetic and immediately treated her as more than just a friend. She simply had to stay with me and him when we left Chicago a little over a year later.
I guess I'm just traumatized. I just don't get over things as easily as William and Adelaide do. You figure, Adelaide has been alone for sixty years; she died during the Great Depression. She has been off on her own ever since. William has been alone for over a hundred years. He died during the Civil War, after being shot in the chest. He just sort of wandered around on his own, traveling back and forth across the country. He said I was one of the only ones like him he has met in a long, long time. He was grateful that I stayed with him because of the fact that he was alone for so long. But, I think it's better that loners join together; I used to say that at school to my friends. Loners should all get together and become friends because then they would no longer be loners, as shallow as that might sound. But, that was coming from me, when I had many friends and never once dreamed they would all disappear from me. Who would have thought I would become what I had preached?
God, do I miss the days to be back in school. To be back with all the gossip and the drama and the stress. To be living drama-free is not the most pleasant experience. I was always caught in the most tedious drama, whether or not I wanted to be. Living as a nomad now, I often find myself wishing to be back in school; back in high school and actually able to go to college. Odd, considering when I was able to go to school I would do anything to get out of it.
Well, times change. That was five years ago to this day and things are only going further and further downhill for me.
No matter what, I cannot be changed back to what I was before.
No matter what, I cannot get my old life back.
No matter what, I will forever remain a vampire.