Alright, new story time. I have a brain fart with mt other stories. I need reviews from you people. I am starting to think that no one is home out there. The move reviews I get per story the better chance I will update that story. Please people It is only a second of you time.
I don't own twilight. and many other things that I wished I did.
I have been on this island for well over the life time of one and another. For years I have been alone with no one to talk to or share life with. Sometimes the only way that I know that time passes is when a plane passes above and I can hear the minds of them. I have no problem on my island, because I am a monster.
It all started back in 1918 when the Flu hit my home and my family and I tried to flee away to another land before we could get sick. My father and I had gotten jobs on a mertien ship that came from Europe to America. It was on it's way back from America. They had enough room that all three of us could go my father, my mother and I.
Within the second week we were in the middle of the ocean. but some strange things were happening. People were disappearing and were getting off fill sick with that dreaded Flu that we all tried to escape from. Almost everyone was dropping left and right. It was horrible when people were to surcome the disease the only way to get rid of the body was to through it over board.
My parents were next to come to the disease. They were both in the cabin lying on their death beds. Their was nothing much I really could do. I sat with my parents and tried my best on keeping them, but fail. My father was first to go and I was heart broken. Some man that was one the ship came into the room and picked him up with no trouble and sent to the sea. I stayed with my mother, she was all that I had left I wasn't going to lose her.
Soon she became so dayzed that she didn't know where she was let alone who was I. I too became ill with the illness, but all I wanted was that my mother to be alright and to get well. The same man who came and took my father to sea came for my mother. She was still alive and he wanted to take her.
"No!" I yelled at the man.I stummble over running to my mother "She isn't even dead yet!" Once I reached to both of them my mothers body went limp in his hands. He turned to face me after he signed in relifed.
"Ah, but my dear boy she wouldn't of tasted that pleasing if she were dead." I saw that he had his moulth covered in blood, her blood.
I ran to the deck yelling "Murderer! Murderer!" No one was there to hear my call. My eyes glazed over the deck, bodies laid limp and movsionless on the wooden planes. In my head my surroundings became fuzzy at the end. The last few thoughts that I have in my last moments of life was that out of no where the same man that was holding my mother was right in fornt of me. Before I realized the man bit my neck, then I fell over a body and landed in a life boat drfiting off to sea. I remember looking up from the boat seeing the ship on fire, then the pain; the fire from the pain finally knocked me out.
But that was 90 years ago and I have been living, if living were the word, on this island with the blood of aniamls. It has been almost a great living here, but I wish I wasn't alone as I wished upon the stared filled sky as I have been for the pass years.
