"Why don't I go and give Sam his paycheck?" said Eric, probably making his getaway so that I could talk to Ben. He knew that I hadn't had a life when it came to dating people, he was just maybe trying to get me to talk with a vampire so that I could see if he was the one. But, I mean… A vampire! I'm not a hooker, that's what vampires usually like, for whoever knows why.
"So would you like to come to my house quick?" asked Ben, well, well, well maybe vampires weren't only interested in hookers and prostitutes.
"Well, maybe not your house but I do get out of work at about, let's say… 6:00 ish, dinner or movie maybe?" I asked, was I seriously asking this guy out or was he trying to get me in his bed? I don't really know, guess I'll have to find out.
"Sure, a movie… at about 7:00?" he asked. I said yes, and when he left I told Eric that I had to get home. I made up a fake reason, something that I never do, and headed home at exactly 4:31 p.m.
…
When I finally got home, it took me really long because I live 30 minutes away from work plus there was traffic, I emptied my mail box and went inside. When I was looking through mostly just bills I came across a hand written address that I never would have thought I would get. It was a letter from Michael Perkins, my ex-boyfriend from high-school. I dumped him because he wasn't big enough, if you know what I mean, and because he claimed to be a psychic. By the way he acted you could have sworn he was making it up, but one day he had had a fit, the one when you shake uncontrollably and very violently. Before he was taken to the hospital, he told me that I would die at age 26. I'm now 26 years old and as healthy as a horse, my 27th birthday is in exactly 1 month. I dumped because of exactly just that reason. The letter inside said:
In an unforgiving
Blood drops ruby red
With the aid of winter
And the ever so powerful wind
Storm ignited, a life is taken
As frost breaking coldness
Slithers out and takes it away
Leaving only a mound of snow
A woman, like yourself
Will be taken
By the freezing, chilling, winter
That can be so unforgiving
Until your death mad
Michael Perkins
I was scared shitless.
