I woke up early in the morning. It is odd that I am in the woods. There was blood everywhere. But, it wasn't mine. It was my friend's blood. What have I done? What am I? What happened last night? I cried constant every day that I had to cover my tracks. I have been visiting her parents, telling them she ran away. Only finding out, I was the one who ran away eventually. I decided to move to the United States. I decided to use my car or I might crave blood in the plane. I was destined to know who turned me. But I couldn't know just yet. I would have to wait at least really long. Or never.
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