The wind was still blowing and it made my hair fly on my face. A great hiding technique. Ah, he wasn't helping at all by just sitting there looking at me. He then started laughing. He fell back, held his stomach and started laughing. It was almost insane. I looked at him questionably. He thought I was joking.
"A vampire?" He said with an open mouthed smile. The smile was gone when he noticed that I wasn't smiling back. "You are such a strange, funny girl you know that?" He stood up, picked up a rock and flung it into the lake, breaking the placid top. I got up to stand next to him.
"You know, I'm not lying to you." I said facing the lake pulling my hair behind my ear.
"Sure . . ." He said while flinging another rock. ". . . and my mom is a witch." Another rock. "What kind of fool do you take me for Olivia? You think I'm stupid?" Another one; either this one was bigger or it was flung harder cause the splash got me wet. "You know, it's ok to be normal, and not everyone has to be special!" He stopped throwing rocks and turned to face me. I wouldn't look at him, I was afraid.
He started shaking his head. "I thought you were different."
"I am." That's all I could say. I wasn't about to argue that I was what I was, either he accepted it or he didn't.
Those eyes, ugh, those eyes. I felt like the forest was watching me, staring me down, putting holes through my impenetrable flesh. I didn't look at them, because I didn't want to know what he was feeling, but of course, always trying to find out, I peeked. He was mad, or sad. His eyebrows were pushed together forming a crease between them. I bit my lip. (I took a knife and stabbed my bottom lip could also describe my action.)
"It was nice knowing you." What a lie. Without any expression he turned and walked away, and didn't look back. Not once.
I stood there staring at the lake. I knew I couldn't drown myself; I had tried that a long time ago. And earlier today, jumping from great heights proved not harmful. I lingered on the memory of me trying various things to try to end my life. I had tried everything a desperate teenager would do to be rid of the world and nothing worked. I laughed when I remembered how the detergent tasted. I turned around to see if Aiden was out of sight, my sight. I ran to the edge of the forest where the trees met his porch and caught a glimpse of him step through the door and slam it shut. It was about noon, so I figured I had enough time to grab a quick snack in time to watch the stars. They shocked me once again. I ran up to the nearest mountain and sat in the tallest tree. I was so close, the light made my skin shimmer a brilliant white. Again, the dream to hold a star consumed me. I closed my eyes to try to dream. A night-dream, should I say. You humans have unique dreams come to you when you sleep; I make mine up.
I imagined myself floating in space, then suddenly out in the distance a flying light came towards me. When it looked like it wasn't stopping I tried to run but I couldn't move. I just stood there and absorbed the blow of the collision. When I opened my eyes, still in my night-dream, I was the same. I moved my
hand up and saw that my hands were light as if they were two stars. I stretched out both my arms and suddenly beams of electricity shot from my fingertips. My eyes widened at the power and a smile spread across my face from ear to ear. I balled my fists and shot cannon-like sparks from them. The electricity flowed through me evenly for once and I controlled it. I laughed as I flew across the sky, flying alongside the stars. I was one of them. I belonged.
There they were, the lot of them, staring back at me while I sat in my tree. I seemed to own many trees. I fake breathed for a couple of minutes trying to tell myself that what just happened was too good to be real and that in fact I was sitting on a tree in the middle of Alaska. With that hard truth another resurfaced: Aiden. I don't know why I fussed over him like I did, by the lake. He probably never found me interesting or of any importance. After all, he is a boy, and I am a heartless vampire. I thought about that for a second, but I was a girl once too, and I still am even now as I sit up in this tree. I still like boys for their looks, although the way their blood smells has became a new standard. The question that troubled me now was what to do. Where do I go now? I pondered about it for a while, basically till the sun was visible on the horizon. I leaped down from the tree and did my little fast walk. I was headed toward Willow Creek. I decided I was going to stick with my original plan: start a new life. Except this time I was going to start a new life and deal with Aiden. This couldn't be so hard. Could it?