So I decided to continue this story cause I like the plot and I just spent a long time figuring out solutions, excuses and drama. Soo…here we go!
Yeah, I own Twilight. And pigs fly…
I have a very strange mind.
P.S. I do not own Twilight.
I walked into the hallway, still in my PJs. Aunt Carey was obviously still sleeping. She usually makes tons of noise, pots and pans banging on the floor. On my 10th Birthday she woke me up at 6am attempting to make special birthday pancakes, which almost burned the house down. She drives me crazy and drives her car crazy, which really scares me because my parents died in a car. With me there, the only one smart enough to put their seat belt on. They we're in too much of a rush to get to the stupid doctor's office to put the stupid seatbelt in the stupid seatbelt clicky-ish thing. I officially hate all doctors.
Great. Now my oh-so-lovely pajamas I've been wearing since grade 2 are soaked in oh-so-lovely tears. I sighed in frustration. If only I hadn't gotten the chicken pox…Then all of the sudden I heard a scream. Not her regular scream. Not the scream of when she gets fired or dumped. Not the scream of when she fights with her friends or gets an annoying e-mail. This was a scream of pain. This was a scream of fear.
I rushed into the small room, but I could see nothing but a pair of blood red eyes and a puddle of blood on the floor, Aunt Carey lying on top of it.
And so you probably think I'm an idiot for not turning on the light, and I am an idiot. I didn't run, scream, or anything like that. I just stood there, frozen. I bet I looked like an idiot, too. I just didn't care.
The next thing I knew everything went black and I felt like I was drowning in a pool of fire, choking on candy wrappers and being crushed by ten thousand monster trucks all at the same time. And the worst part was I couldn't do anything about it.
