Bow On A String
Everything was horrible. Love. Friends. Everythings. It was just so horrible. My life was horrible.
I guess you could blame on me—after all, i am the damned one.
Henry? He just gave up when we entered 10th. One day, we're at the bus stop with no one around us, and he just comes out and says it: "Im tired of being you bitch."
I stare at him for the longest time. I could've made him stay. But i didn't. I just looked at the floor, sighing. "Then don't." And the bus came, and we didn't sit next to each other for the first time in ever.
Meredith? Well, im bi. Yeah, of course, i can still go out for her, but she dated this guy names Shane. He was a quarterback for our school(our school had a constant winning streak). It really wasn't a surprise.
Bullies? Tom and Bill? Yeah, thankfully, they moved to Juvie. Shane and the rest of the football team? Let's just say this bruise on cock is not because of masturbating.
Nelly and Otis? Nelly stopped.....talking to me after a while. I don't think it was her fault—i think it was the hospitals. She barely comes home now a days. Otis.....he tries to help. That's all im going to say.
So now it's just me. Vladimir Tod. The half-breed Pravus. I tend to cut myself now—it's a way to get blood in my mouth also(since Nelly can barely bring Snack pacs(something containing blood) home). I do this at lunch too. Anytime of the day. I'll just go hide some place and do it. I cover up my arms with sweatbands(my favorite is the one with the smiley vampire face on it(like my hoody) and one with a red violin and bow, bleeding). I think im going paler. Like, really. My skin is translucent. My eyes seem to change color every fine minutes—even when i don't touch the mark on my wrist. I don't often go to school now, just for the sake i don't get caught. And when i do, i just hide most the day. Like today.
Im at the bus stop. Waiting. I see a nice car go by—you know, the one with all the jocks and popular kids.....and Henry.
They glance at me, then look away, smirking at each other. Im used to it.
I get on the bus a few minutes later. I sit in the back. Even some of the 'gangsta's' shuffle into different seats. Though i do get football bullies from time to time(which is like weeks time to time), mostly people stay away—probably sensing my horrible gloomy aura.
I sigh, looking out the window. It's winter. The leaves have been stripped from the tree's leaving them naked. They shiver in the cool wind. By the dark grey sky, i can tell it's going to snow. And it does. It starts coming down hard, too. The roofs become white, and so does the grass and tree's.
Then, we arrive at Bathory High. I am last to get off. As i walk into the school, shivering and pulling my scarf tighter as a wind passes me right before i go into the door, i notice everyone start glancing at me. The wont leave me alone. There eyes. Why do they have to pry? Then, the people slowly start gaining distance away from me. I don't go to my locker. Shit i don't have one. It was destroyed some time ago with tagging. Freak-Boy. That's apparently what i am.
So i do my regular schedule. Bathroom is first. I walk into the bathroom, and then into the largest bathroom stall. I set my shoulder pack down and take out a knife, sliding down the wall.
I close my eyes and then slide the sharp side of the knife down my wrist(Authors-Note: Jesus Christ, im getting chills, i can't stand it when people slit) I let out a sigh, a groan maybe? Whatever, its of pleasure.
I lay down the knife and then bring my wrist up to my mouth. Even though i do this so many times, i never get bored of it. The warm blood squished around in my mouth, and slopes easily down my throat. My fangs are greedy today. I did this for five minutes, then covered my wrist back up, packet the knife away, and walked out the bathroom.
As soon as i walk out, i see a fight going on. People are crowded around Shane and this new guy. The new guy has medium brown hair and a fiery blue eyes. He is very muscular—but is a Lanky Kanky. He loose, but tight pants. Like, loose skinny jeans that aren't that loose. They frame his ass perfectly. And his Red shirt perfectly displays his upper body. He has his black shoulder pack slung over his shoulder and a really, really, really annoyed look on his face.
Shane's disgusting head is cherry read, and his teeth are gritted with anger. Ha!, i say mentally, smirking. What, you angry cause he's not paying attention to you?
The new guy is hot. He's taller then me too. I'll never get him....
"Look, i was just wondering where the person was! Jesus Christ, get a life!," the guy states, turning away from Shane and beginning to walk away in another direction that is not mine.
Then vein on Shane's head trembles and expands in fury.
I don't know what happened. Suddenly, i am falling to the floor, an extreme pain greeting my cheek.
I groan and agony, blinking.
"W-what the hell?!?!?," I here Shane yell.
I see his black nikes, but i also see the guys skull vans. "Dammit," I mutter.
Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!, my head screams. I so just fucking gave myself away!
But i guess i didn't, since the crowd and Shane were wondering why i protected the new kid instead of how i got over here.
I am suddenly, being helped up by the new guy. His hands are cold....and pale.
"You idiot!," he whispers in my ear.
"You're the idiot!," i reply with same sushness. Our eyes lock. In the back of my mind, there's a ticking noise. Vampire.
Then, "So now you're here to defend the newbie, freak boy?!," Shane says loudly. Jesus Christ shut up.
There's blood springing out my nose, staining my skin. My mouth is throbbing, but i manage to control it...hopefully.
"C'mon," i mutter, grabbing the guys shoulder and trying to get away.
Shane grabs my shoulder and i look back. His fist is coming at me. It's there, and i close my eyes ready for the hit, and then a body is in front of me.
Shane screams. I open my eyes. The new guy is holding Shane's wrist. But he's clenching onto it so hard i could see the bone....
"Go away."
Shane stairs at the new guy, eyes wide. And then, as he tries to struggle out the grasp, Newb lets him go, and he turns, walking down the other hall—being quickly joined by the footballs pops.
The crowd looks at us for a minute, and then break off into groups, ready to start rumors.
The guy turns back to face me. He has a smirk on his face. His teeth are so white.... "Hi I'm—"
Rage starts to boil in me, making me tremble. I feel like im going to cry. "GO TO HELL!," i scream. And then, i turn away, swiftly walking down the hall way, ignoring the glances and points.
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"Hmpf. He's so cute." I can't help but laugh. This is Vladimir Tod? The freak-show of the school? The emotional kid? The abandoned one?
I lean against the lockers, shaking my head as i smirk. "Ah......Cute. He really is."
I can't think of another word rather then cute. Sexy? Yes, i could use that, but then i would sound like a perverted teen.
His eyes......they burn like the pits of hell.
And he came to save me! Ah, yes, adorable.
A delicate rose. That is what he is.
I pick up his bag that he had forgotten. Clumsy and forgetful? Daisy.
I can sense the tension in the poor half-breeds mind. I'll let him rest for the first 2 periods. But after that, he better be ready for hell.
You see, i am a vampire. If it wasn't obvious then you are retarded. My name is Tryan Cross, if you are wondering.
I have no clue why I'm here, but i am. Otis just told me to protect Vladimir Tod. Damn that Otis. One day, im gunna kill him, i swear. Ordering me around like im his fucking pet. Jeez......but i am slightly....thank ful......Vlad is......interesting.
"He's just smirking and acting like nothing just happened!"
I can't stand it anymore. I look up, meeting the glances of many passing students. "Will you just shut the fuck up?," i ask.
They gape at me, and then suddenly, they are all in there class rooms—embarrassed and angry as can be.
I smile. Thought so.
I sit down right were i was. If anybody wonders what im doing, I'll just make them think something and they will go away. Otis hates when i do that—that's why i do it.
I open Vlad's—i hope he doesn't mind that i call him that; actually, i don't care— wanting to invade his privacy as much as i can.
Vladimir does not have that much stuff. A knife—which have probably caused most of the blood splattered in little spots on his bag. Some pens that are either broken, used up, or just fucked. A journal.
Hmm, lets see what in it.
I was born nosy. Isn't everyone? It shows you have high confidence i think. I mean, people say that people who don't care about stuff have low confidence right? Well, i care about what he's thinking about, so i have high. Having high confidence is good.
I open the composition dark red note book. I raise an eyebrow with surprise.
November 13
There's always apart of me that just wants to give up. When i just want to stop caring about my identity and go on a mass murder trip, sucking down as much blood as i can. I miss Henry, but i guess it was for the better. One shouldn't ruin their life over someone like me. A useless pitiful half-breed. Ha, even when im spilling myself on this piece of paper i can only think about how pitiful i am. I must be.....pitiful. I think i should right a book called Pitiful, and it should be about all its traits. God, shut me up. I wonder why i still believe in god. After all, he's the one who damned me. Jeez, shut up! I'm not damned.....im fine with who i am. I'm a vampire.
November 14
The pain is coming unbearable. Physical and Mental. My blood lust...it's out of control. I ended up only going to school for home-room, and then i just ran away. I ended up cutting myself all day and sucking all the blood i could get. I had passed out once or twice. Nelly doesn't notice. She's not home enough to notice. And the bruises from Shane and his group. They're like bombs, exploding every time i move. If only they knew what i could do to them.....if only they knew.
November 15
I didn't go to school. I just sat in bed, thinking how I'm ever going to live like this.
November 16
I ended up in a fight with Shane. It was over a pencil. I had found this new one on the floor, and i currently didn't have one, so im like 'awesome, now i can actually write and erase'. But apparently, it was Shane's. I said i would give it to him. I really didn't feel like fighting that day. But no; we had to fight. And Henry just stood there, watching us. He didn't do anything to help me. I feel so alone i can cry. (Tear drop)
November 17
Being gay is not easy. I don't think that many people know about it. Actually i don't think anyone knows. So i guess if they would did, it would be worse. They are always making these jokes about gay people, calling them fags and sinners of gods. Ok, im not even really gay. Im Bi. But i do lean more to the guys. They have some tight asses. Well, the one's i find do. To bad they're strait. I think RedTube is the best site ever. They have some good porn. Wow, I'm a pervert.
November 18
Why do i write in this thing?
Wow. The bell rang. Time to go. As people filed out the class, their minds weren't so......questioning any more. Now, it was "Oh my fucking god he's hot! I want to date him!"
Ha. Like you guys have a chance. Im gay. 100 %. But I'll be your friend! I'll just probably lead you to a strait path to hell. Aren't i positive?
I dodge into a vanish as i saw Vlad. He was still tense as hell. He was wondering who i was......and why i had protected him. He knew i was a vampire. That's good. Vampire's should know when someone else is a vampire. But why was i here, he asks? Wouldn't you like to know that vlad, wouldn't you like to know that.....
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Lunch. I sit down at the table. I have to stay here for 3 minutes. Act like everything is fine. That im not a monster. Then, I'll find my bag, and then I'll bite myself.
I can't believe how stupid i was. Leaving my bag out in the hall. It had my journal in it! All my secrets! If someone read it.....
Oh, damn the new guy. Protecting me.....damn him.....
Where is he anyway?
"Right here."
I gasp, my head shooting around as fast as lighting .
Newbie is right behind me, holding my bag and grinning at me cheekily.
I take in a slow breathe. What the.....
"Give me my bag!," I exclaim, reaching for it.
He lets me take it, then he, goes around the table and sits on the other side. "A little jumpy now aren't we?"
"Shut up!" I rip open my bag. Pens.....Knife....Oh no! My journal! I look up. "Where is it?"
"Where is what?"
"My journal!" He took it. This son of a bitch fucking took my journal.
"You don't need to curse," the newbie mocks.
"Stop reading my mind!"
"Stop shouting." I stare at him, eyes wide, and then heat burns my face, and i look down, covering my mouth with embarrassment.
When i glance back up, the vampire is smirking—holding out my compo NB.
I gasp, reaching for it. He brings it back, waving his finger in the air. "Nu uh! Your going to have to work to get this back."
"What?!"
"Yep. C'mon, lets go."
The vampire stood up, patting me on the head (What the hell?) and then turned, walking for the doors. I stare at his back, wondering what he is....what he was......whatever he had planned.....i had to get that journal back.
Trying to ignore all my feeling—the ones that kept nagging me and telling me 'it's a bad idea idiot! He's going to do something evil!'—i stood up, slung my shoulder bag over my (obviously) shoulder, and then followed him, lowering my head so i could hide my flushed face.