It seems to me that there are more hearts,
Broken in the world that can't be mended,
Left unattended, what do we do?
What do we do?
Alone again, Naturally
Chapter: Alone, Naturally (August)
Beep beep beep
In a very traditional way, kind of like in a cheesy movie, my hand shot out of the huge bundle of blankets.
"Morgan! Wake up!" Mother screamed at me.
"I'm up."
"Good." She yelled up, satisfied.
I dragged myself out of the bed, throwing on a deep violet sweater that was skin-tight and a pair of black jeans.
When I was finished trudging down the stairs, Mom chucked a envelop at me. Disorientated, I caught it in confusion. I declined my head to look at the parchment.
There on the address bar, it said words that sealed my fate;
Volturi Castle Offices
Volterra, Italy
To Miss Morgan Price
My mother chuckled in the corner. I caught her eyes and tilted my head.
"Mom," I indifferently, "This isn't a laughing matter."
"I know."
She walked into the kitchen, leaving me to open the ominous letter.
I never checked the color of the ribbon. I didn't want to be become a vampire, bur it was better than being a meal. It could be any ribbon.
I sighed and tore it open. The ribbon fluttered down onto the beige carpet. The ribbon was bright against its natural color. The ribbon was red.
My eyes stung. Maybe being a meal would be the best of the options. It meant I was going into turn into a creature of the night.
I imagined myself, eyes glowing red, extreme beauty, no civility, no control. The thought of it made my blood boil and a metallic taste in my mouth appear.
I'm going to go and become a bloodthirsty monster, I thought with grim distaste. I would go change then, they'd dump me at that school. And then, I would forget being human. I paced. Then stopped.
I sighed, knowing I had no choice. I couldn't outrun vampires, especially well-trained hunters. I was becoming a vampire sooner or later. In three months they would haul me off in that van of theirs, never seeing my mother or my home again.
Oh joy.
My mother. Did she get a letter? Is my mother going to be gulped and forgotten forever? I had to know.
"Mom, did you get a letter?" I yelled to her.
"No." I didn't really care anyway; Mom hadn't felt anything for years. No love left to show me, I guess.
I turned to go back to my room when she was behind me, grabbing my hand, "You know why they picked you to be vampire?" I was surprised, my mother hadn't touched or hugged me since Dad and Caleb died.
"No, why?"
"Because you and Alexander are special that's why."
"I thought Alexander got a-"
"Goodnight."
My mother left me confused and suspicious. "Alexander is dead." She said long ago, glancing at me with cold, frigid eyes the one day I had nerve to ask her. I looked at her suspiciously, a new cold expression on my face. She stared back. I turned and left the room without saying anything else. My room was a dull white, with little cracks scattered in places. It had a large bed in the middle with sea green sheets and dark mahogany desk and drawers with a vanity. It had withered oak flooring that had seen too many years of sadness.
As I laid in my bed staring up at the dry, wood paneled ceiling, looking at the tiny cracks in it's otherwise smooth surface, I thought;
What are you hiding, Mother?