Chapter 9: My Time Of Dying
Days and days passed, almost as slowly as they came, and still...no sign of Rave. Weeks went by, and Rave was yet to be found. I sat on the floor, feeling more welcomed there then on the bed. The room was completely silent, no sounds came in and no sounds went out. The room was pitch black, I didn't care to turn the light on.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house, then a scream following after it. I ran to my door and threw it open. My eyes widened and filled with tears as I saw what was in front of me. The long black hair, glowing red eyes, the animalistic fangs...Rave. His neck was huddled in the crease of a girl's neck. Her eyes propped wide open and jaw slacked. Farah...
I ran over to Rave, punching and kicking his body. Finally he looked up and smirked. In a blur of a second, I was pinned against the wall, feeling Rave's cold breath tickling my neck. I struggled against his iron grip.
"Get off of me!" I panted.
A vicious growl rang through my ears, then I felt that pain, the pain I had forgotten about. His teeth piercing through my vein. I knew it, it was all a lie. He didn't love me. I felt my blood being sucked ferociously. My arms forgot their struggle as I fought to keep my mind awake. It became to heavy to support on it's own. Those welcoming black spots popped in and out of my vision, and soon I started seeing two. It was time to let the blackness engulf me, so I did.
"You bitch!" She screamed. "Who the hell do you think you are?!"
"Your daughter." I said, feeling the confidence in my voice. Her eyes narrowed.
"What the hell did you just say?!" He boomed.
"I was just saying the truth."
"You are not our daughter!"
"To bad I am, but you know what? It would have been better you had gotten an abortion, this is hell living here with you deranged, physco people!!" I screamed.
I felt my own blood in my mouth when my dad had slapped me. My mother's shriek echoed through the walls as she charged at me and kicked me. My dad had punched me in my gut and I doubled over in pain. He punched me in between my shoulder blades and I curled up into fetal position. I heard my mother laugh then kick me on my nose with the heel of her stilletos. My father stepped on my side again and again. I heard a crack and a new pain seared from my rib cage up to my skull. I tried getting up, my hands in front of me to keep the balance but my father through a kick which made me cry out loud. I finally managed to get up on my feet when I felt something go through my inside then slide back out. I looked down to see blood seeping through my ripped shirt. I gasped as I looked at my hand that was soaked in red liquid, my blood. I looked at my mom in shock to see her holding a knife with blood dripping off of it.
"Are you crazy?!" My dad yelled, but it seemed so distant. "You just stabbed the girl! What are we going to say to the police?!"
My breathing quickened and I dropped to the floor again, this time not moving. The pain wasn't subsiding but it got worse.
"She's dying! Get her to the damn hospital!" My dad yelled.
"It's not my fault she's weak!" My mother yelled back. "What are we going to do?" She asked worridley.
After a couple of minutes of thought, my dad snapped his fingers, "Lets leave! Let this look like an attempt at suicide!"
So, they both set the knife down on the table and scurried out of the house. I felt my blood pool around me and I struggled to stay alive. My 14 year-old body couldn't handle it, the pain, the feeling of my insides fighting to stay inside my body. I was about to fall into the familiar eternal blackness, again only seconds away, but I heard the door bust down. A new energy burst inside me and I tried to see my savior, but this wasn't my savior...a vampire only came to make my death worse.
"I could smell you from miles away..." She mumbled to herself. The woman lowered her head down and without a second thought, stuck her devilish teeth into my neck. My mind dimmed and I knew that today, I was going to die. I wasn't scared, this is much better. The feeling of having my life sucked away wasn't actually bad.
"Get away from her!" A man yelled. The crack of a gun rang through my ears and then a blood-curdling shriek.
"Get her up! Hurry get her in the ambulance! Jared, check her pulse!" The man yelled again.
"She's alive sir! GO!" He yelled. I felt my body being lifted on to something soft. I sucked in air through my teeth as the pain was revived.
"Get the blood transfusion going!"
"Sir! Her blood type isn't of a normal humans! We have to get some---"
My mind blanked out before I could hear anymore. They have to get what?
I struggled for air. I woke up with sweat running down my face. My breathing was hard. That memory...
I shook my head and sat up thinking I had been brought to my room, but this wasn't my room, it was bigger. The bed was the size of a king bed, the walls where painted a maroon shade. A painting canvas stood in the far corner, facing away from the window, which revealed the garden, focusing mainly on the spot where I sat and drew. Who's room was this?
"So are you awake now?" Rave asked. I pushed myself away from him, my eyes wide in shock. His eyes showed...grief.
"Listen, I'm sorry."
"You broke our promise!!" I shrieked, the tears betrayed me and ran down my face. He inched closer. "No stay away from me!" I begged. "Please..." I whispered. I brought my hand up to my neck and flinched as my finger's ran over the already healed wound.
"I didn't mean too!"
"But you did Rave!" By this time, my body shook with sobs. Rave was by me in a second, I pushed myself away from him again, my back was against the bed frame so I couldn't go. I felt his arms circle protectivly around me. My breath hitched in my throat.
"I'm sorry..." He mumbled. My heart raced against my chest, he was going to bite me again. I tore myself out of his hug and backed away slowly. Then once I was completely off the bed, I ran, ran at full speed towards my bedroom.
