Okay this is my diary. Please read it, my summary was probably rubbish, but it is seriously good. (But don't believe me I'm obligated to say that as the writer, I couldn't well say it deserved to rot in a dumpster!)
By the way it doesn't! Just read the blinking story!
I have always known there was something different about me.
But only recently weird things have been happening to me.
It started with small things, like getting stronger, running faster, memory improvements.
Then it got serious, my skin got chalk pale, my veins got darker and more prominent, my canines sharpened wickedly to the point where I was afraid to smile.
And that's seriously scary when you know that you might (ever-so-slightly) be turning into a bloodsucking vampire.
Swiftly after that the blood-lust came. It drove me insane with hunger, tearing at the pit of my stomach like an iron poker.
(for the woman reading its so much worse than a cramp!)
So going out in public? Big no, no. I stayed away from people, which is very hard when the world is populated with more than 7 billion people and most countries are grossly over populated anyway. (one being born every minute and all that)
Seriously though, I had to run away from home and everything. No need to cry for me or anything, they were all-(sorry, but I don't think I should include any swear words, fill in the blanks if you want though,) – anyway.
Sorry about that I get side tracked a lot, it's this super vamp awareness thing, and it's like never sleeping (because I cant, literally, some stupid vampire side affect) and being on drugs (not that I've ever taken drugs, or anything like that…).
(have you noticed how I've start four paragraphs with S?)
Oh my god. I've done it again. Before vampirism I never knew how annoying I was, now I'm going to have to live with myself for all eternity.
(how fun)
I may as well hang myself from that tree over there.
Nope, that doesn't work. (Note to self: impervious to being strangled, or attempting to kill ones self from suicidal hangings.)
This is going to be a long eternity.
(Very long indeed.)
Oh, shut up!
(In order for me to shut up you must shut up, because we are one person. I am you, you are me.)
I hate myself.
(You know you don't.)
Hmm, maybe I didn't try hard enough; I'll go try suicide again.
So my vampirific saga begins. I have to name myself Bella because I can't find a category for this to fit in, and I think the best stories come from the Twi-hards.
Review and tell me if the story is good or if you want me to name the male rouge vamp that I meet Jacob or Edward!