When she was born, she came out eyes open, all smiley. When she smiled and laughed the doctors saw it. Her 7/10 split teeth were grown part way.
Most of the years of growing up was about rules for dear Abbey. She had a lot of them, and she thought she knew why. They were: No reading Twilight, No pets, she had to be hydrated when she's around people, she couldn't go out on her own at night …etcetera , etcetera. She'd always had the urge to bite herself. She'd choose her mom's punch better than normal. She got high whenever she saw blood.
I know there's something. Something huge.
Around her teen years she felt like she was growing wings. She saw stripes of fire in her dreams, like a sword. She often imagined winged kids, she was one too.
I wasn't sure exactly what I was, but I knew one thing for sure;
I was part vampire.
At around twelve she ran away with some cash for the road. She grabbed a cell phone too, just in case anything bad happened. She left only a note saying:
I have left you, yes. I need to live a life as a real vampire, or werewolf, or…something. I knew from the second of birth that I was different. I know why you don't let me read Twilight; because you don't want me to compare myself to them. I know who I am and you don't allow me to know it; it's like communism. Don't try to call me or find me. This is a journey I need to take alone. I love you and if you do too you need to trust me. When I come back I will be dirty(no duh) and you may even be dead. Take care of yourselves so I'll have arms to fall into. Thank you for taking me a step further in my journey.
Sincerely,
Abbey Lincoln
Kyoya Ootori was a second-year student at the prestigious Ouran Academy. He was the manager of the Host Club, but he didn't talk much, but when he did, however, he'd woo all the ladies with the sexual sexiness of his butter-smooth voice.
Outside of the club, however, he was an outcast, an emo, a goth. He had his own table at lunch since he never had any friends. He wasn't part of any crowd; everyone ignored him. No one saw any life in him. He wasn't accepted.
He was always dressed in black, borrowing one of Nekozawa's all black uniforms, with the darkest hair and eyes. He hated life, knowing that someday everything will decay with no life or resurrection. He sat at the back of the classroom, using the back desk almost as a pass-it-on journal asking other students to reply, and they do, asking questions about the meaning of life.
He's always in the shadows; nobody stays around him because everyone kind of fears him. He could practically rip someone in half with his bare hands, that's why. One would find him in the dark corner of the library, writing in a notebook, reading a book about history or listening to swearing rap music.
It's funny because Abbey'd do the same thing. How Ironic. And you may not believe it, but the thing is, he's just Abbey's type.