Chapter 4
10th October 2010
Dear diary,
You won't believe what happened last night, I hardly believe it myself. We all thought Auntie Val was mad but she's the only person that knew the truth. Vampires are real. I don't believe I'm saying this, but after last night, I'll believe anything, well, it not every night that you see your dad murder by vampires.
I was thirsty, so I went down stairs to get I glass of water, but what saw scared me and will stay with me for whole life.
There were two strange people, they looked untrustworthy to me. They were. They killed him. They killed my dad. I saw it. I think I've gone mad, or I'm living in a nightmare, I don't know what to think anymore. All I know was a lie. Did Karl really runaway? Or was he turned into a vampire? Did Rachelle really make them bruise on Sara's arm? Or was she turned into a vampire? All these question running through my mind I don't know what to believe. Don't anymore. Life was so much easier when you are a child, the only thing you worry about was a cutting your knee. It was so beautiful, not believing in vampires, only thinking that vampires were a made up story that people told each other to scare them, but I'm telling you now that vampires are real. You may not believe me and I don't blame you, but it true, I've seen it.
I don't know what's going to happen. In a matter of twelve days my life has been torn apart, turn inside out and upside down. Ryan and I are homeless with nowhere to go. Dad's dead, mum hates us, she won't even speak to us and Auntie Val's new boyfriend hates children. We have nowhere to go, nowhere to call home and nowhere to feel safe. It's sad, but it true and someone once told me that was life, sad, painful and hurtful. They were right. Life hurts. No matter what you love, it hurt you. No matter what you care about it scars you. No matter how many tears fall to this page I will never be alright. I feel alone. I feel scared. If Karl or Sara was here they would know how to make me feel better, but they're not and it just Ryan. Sometimes I just want to climb on the roof and jump, I'm scared of highs, but that doesn't scare me. My death does not scary me, don't any more.
Erin Noble