feeling very suicidal the past few days :/

(Update: I'm better now so don't worry about me)

hey I'm back

I didn't know where I was.

I didn't know what I was doing.

I knew I was hunting.

I'd bitten something- or someone.

The metallic scent of blood wafted around me. I was so drawn to it. I continued to feast on the flowing blood.

"No! Let go of me!" Someone screamed.

Shit. I'd gotten a person.

I wanted to apologize but I had no power.

"Sarah! Stop! It's me!"

My ears were alert. My eyes adjusted to the darkness.

It was Lena. (Josh Josh Duuuun!)

"Lena?" I managed to mutter.

"Sarah! You're crazy!"

I snapped out of my Vampire instincts.

"Oh my God. Where have you been?" I asked.

"Sarah... So weak... Get help." I think she fainted but I wasn't aware of much either. I think I somehow dragged her back home and Aunt Jasmine took her to some sort of magical hospital.

Ah, my bad. It appears I left off at a completely different part of the story. Let me recap.

After we found the window open, we alerted all the townspeople (Muggles and Wizards) but we didn't find her at all. She'd somehow completely rid herself of any trackers. She even left her wand at home. (Fun fact! In the French versions of the Harry Potter books, wand is baguette magique, which translates to magic breadsticks. Thank you Tumblr!) She was completely gone... Until I- erm... Found her.

I'd done some pretty strange stuff throughout my life. I'd defeated an army of Vampires with literally no trouble. It was nothing like any adventures in books and if I was selling my story, I'd definitely rewrite the Vampire attack and make it more interesting. Thankfully, I'm not selling my boring story.

Anyways, I was pretty stressed after nearly killing my sister so I put my earbuds in and let myself drown in the music.

I'm a goner...

Skip. I couldn't listen to emotionally compromising music.

So instead, I listened to Fall Out Boy.

Even though sometimes they give me a headache. In 5 days, we'd be going back to Ilvermorny. The original seventh years would be gone and we'd have new first years. For some reason, that concept was so weird to me. But it wasn't as weird as Professor Brookes being replaced... I never really liked her but I didn't hate her. I wondered who would replace her and if it would be someone from MACUSA. Would her replacement have any experience as a teacher?

"Hey you!" A man popped into my room. "You can see your sister now." He grabbed me by my wrist and we apparated to the hospital. Apparation was a strange feeling. It felt just like they describe it; being squeezed through a rubber tube that was extremely tight. I hated it and from then on, I decided I'd stick to brooms or floo powder.

She was so pale lying on that hospital bed. Her eyes were shut and she was being given blood through a tube.

Aunt Jasmine sat on a chair with her finger to her lips.

I walked closer to Lena. Her eyes flashed open with rage. Her voice was raspy but the cuss words were somehow loud and clear.

We didn't talk until the train ride to school.

"Sarah!" Lester ran up to me and hugged me. I squirmed. I hate hugs. I hate people touching me. His hair was bright pink and his teeth were pearly white.

"Hey." I must've sounded gloomy because his expression was filled with worry.

"What's wrong?" Jinx appeared at my side.

"I can't do this anymore. I'm only a danger to the people around me." I sighed. The thought had been nagging me for a long time. I could never say it out loud. They pestered me with reasons they need me but I hated it. "Stop. I don't need comfort. I don't think I will for a while." They went silent. It seemed that I could never say or do anything without someone getting mad at me for it.

Tonight, I was going to jump off of the astronomy tower. We picked out seats and the ride seemed to go slower than last year.

"We're gonna go see if we can find some new kids." Lester broke the silence. Jinx nodded and got up with him.

then i was alone.

"Mind if I sit?" A short blonde girl I didn't recognize appeared beside me. She seemed to be a first year but I wasn't sure.

"Sure."

"I like your Twenty One Pilots shirt." she smiled.

"Oh thanks." I'd forgotten I was wearing my Goner shirt I got from Hot Topic.

"My name's Joy."

"Hi. I'm Sarah."

That's enough for today, folks. After I went on my break, I realized I really dislike writing and it simply doesn't make me happy anymore. But I'm gonna do this for you, even if my grammar sucks and the chapters are 100 words.

-timelady