There was nothing I could do. He was going to kill me and I knew it. James, the new boy who I befriended, was going to kill me. Stupid me. Stupid me who fell in love. Stupid me who fell in love and went for a walk in the stupid woods.
Prologue
I remember pain. I remember voices, shouting at each other. Different people's voices, then they stopped all at once. I have memories of the forest and people bandaging my wounds.
But the clearest memories are of him. He stayed with me, held my hands, lasted through all of me blood and screams. I remember him singing to me, talking about music and books and the people he'd met, the places he'd been.
However the sharpest memory I have to date is of him, James –my friend- looking into my eyes, then leaning down—and biting hard.
Chapter one: Remembering
Is it wrong to remember the rain but not my best friend? Or to remember the sun but not my dad? What about remembering the significant difference between the two but not who my favourite teacher was.
I've bee up here in this room for three weeks, four days and thirteen hours. I didn't bother counting the minutes. I at least had more to think about than that.
I didn't want this. I didn't ask for this, so what did I do to deserve this?
But that's just it. I can't remember. Maybe it was just fate.
But still, he did it. Can I be mad at him? He took my life away. Everything that I had he took it with one bite to my troat. One time he lost control.
No, I can't be mad. Everyday he has come in here and talked to me. He sang to me, he stayed with me through it all, so how could I be mad?
He wants me to tell him. Just to tell him anything, anything at all, because so far, everything he's done, I haven't responded to. I just stay silent and watch him as he watches me watching him talk to me.
I'm just realizing now how rude I've been behaving. It's not like he meant to do it. But I'm still not sure, should I start slow or just come out and tell him everything I've thought about, everything I can remember, all my memories?
Not that I have many. I hardly have any memories from when I was human, and the only vampire memories I haveare in this room. Three weeks of this room.
He is in all my memories. How could I be mad at the only person I could remember? I couldn't. He would be here soon. e always came to see me at the same time.
And I would tell him. I would tell him everything that I've thought everything that has been rolling through my mind.
I would tell him that I-
He knnocked and wlaked into my room.
I looked up at him from the side of my bed.
I would tell him today, right now what has been in my head, that-
-"I still love you Jay."