Note: Thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, favorite, etc my story.  It means a lot.

I am back from my abnormally long hiatus and the story shall begin pumping out once more. Though, there are very few chapters left to put out. 

One thing I would like to note, I messed up the journal date. Apparently I cannot do math and this story takes place in the 50's not the 60's. 

Enjoy.

August 13, 1954

The sun bled through my eyelids. I sat up quickly, shielding my pale face.

I glared at the open drapes. A shiver rushed through me as my bare feet pressed to the cold wood floor.

I ripped the drapes shut. The room enveloped in darkness.

"Road trip. Come on." Eve yelled through my door.

I sat down on my bed. Brain ceasing to work. Hot blood pounding. Knives stabbing into my gut. Eyes itching and beginning to water.

"Hurry up." She growled. My body tensed. Long seconds ticked past me.

The door swung open. She barged in, rummaging through my drawer and tossing pieces of sewn cloth at me. She then left, closing the door behind her.

I got dressed slowly. A strip of light ran through the window pane and dug into my eyes. I cringed and rotated my body.

She led me out to the roadside and encouraged me to trust her. Her hair was gleaming under the bright light, due to her shower day being a few days ago. I felt the need to pet her hair, feel it, embrace it in my hand.

A wave of faintness over came me.

I quickly recovered when a worn car pulled over to the side of the road.

"Where you going, kids?" The man asked.

Eve gave him a mystical smile and muttered something. He nodded.

We sat in the back. Squished together because of some boxes that took up most of the seat.

Eve had her warm leg placed delicately over mine. I sat there, stiff, eyes locked on the window.

She giggled, rubbing my hair. "Calm down, silly. We're going to do some sight seeing."

My ears began ringing. She left her hand on my shoulder.

We had been sight seeing. In a horrid part of New York.

She had shown me around her old neighborhood. Dank and dirty, much like my own. I could see the fear that had settled behind her glass eyes when we first got there. The fear soon turned into anger. Then anger to madness.

We spent the night at her old neighbor's house. A elderly woman who had offered us sweets and had only one couch for us to share.

I slept on the floor.

August 14, 1954

Eve awoke me. Led me outside and down the street.

She grabbed my hand as we passed the gates of a charred building. The scent of smoldered wood, mold and death was still present.

"Home sweet home." She chuckled, kicking in a basement window and sliding in.

I followed close behind her. My shoes were overcome with water and dirt as I landed. Eve was no where to be seen.

My heart rate increased. I could feel my ribs straining to keep my heart from bursting out. "Eve?" I shouted, trudging forward. There was a overwhelming silence to this building.

I sprinted up the decrepit staircase. The top stair gave under the pressure. I fell through, holding onto the dark wood in desperation. "Eve!" I growled, trying to get a proper grip but my legs wouldn't stop struggling against the bare air.

Eve wandered out of one of the bedrooms and smirked at me. "Silly goose, what are you doing?" I felt my teeth start to burn under my clenched jaw.

He grabbed my arm and pulled, dragging me onto the stable floor. She knelt down and kissed my forehead. "Don't be foolish."

I bite my lip. Heart finally still.

She was sitting in a dingy little room. Practically empty besides a rotting cupboard and two bed frames with some chalky mattress that had melted to the metal.

I gagged at the potency of the room and rushed for the window. It refused to open but I pressed on. My fingers felt as if they were going to give at any moment. I finally just elbowed the glass, which shatter into the alleyway below. The fresh air rushed into my lungs and gave me life again.

"So … this is your room?" I gasped. Brain fogged.

"Yes. Kathy's too." She said with a large smile. Her green eyes radiated something I did not understand. "But Kathy is dead now." She continued to smile.

"The fire got her?" I questioned, sliding down the wall and sitting on the chipping floor.

"Yes sir. Along with some of daddy's friends." She said, a small frown setting onto her face.

"But your mother and father were alright?" I continued to bite my lip. Nervous about the truth of this girl I had grown attached to.

"Yes. Daddy and mommy were out." She pulled her knees into herself.

"Did those men start the fire?" I pressed.

She chuckled, "Of course not. I did." She glanced over at me, nothing showed through her. She was a shell. An empty shell.

"They were supposed to take care of us. Well, they took real good care of Kathy." The smile remained. "I couldn't take the noises any more … So I made them stop."

"You killed your sister?" My lip began to leak blood.

An echoing silence bounced through the room. Eve was still.

"Yes. But it was alright. She wanted me to come with her. I was going to go with her. She wanted me. Now she's alone … all alone … cause I am stuck up here with you." She slowly crawled towards me. "God did not take me but he will. I know he will. Once things are set right, I will go."

My neck tightened as she put her face an inch from mine. "How are you going to set things right?"

"I have ideas." She muttered. Licking the blood from my lip. I went to crawl back, but just slammed my head into the wall. A daze overcame me. Followed by the burning in my throat. "Shh." She said, giggling. She sucked on my wound for a moment, her body resting on top of my own. The hunger couldn't be filtered out. The need was hitting me full force. My brain shut down and instinct took over.

I kissed her back.