(TRIGGER WARNING)
I wake up to Dad yelling my name to get up. I groaned and turned toward my table to checked my phone for recent messages.There was none to my surprise and that kinda bothered me. I guess he was mad at me for not answering his text last night. I shrugged it off and put my phone up to get dressed. I still had to go to school even though I didn't want to. Dad didn't want me to miss anymore " school days". He was just being an asshole. I sighed deeply and put on my school uniform. It was an ugly navy blue button down shirt with our school logo on the shirts pocket. We had to wear brown pants and black shoes( Company brand didn't matter)
Dad was sitting on a stool when I came down stairs," Hey Dad aren't you suppose to already be at work?" I said not trying to sound like a smart-ass but failed. He grunted while taking a sip of his beer but said nothing. I shook my head and went to the fridge,"guess I'll just make breakfast and leave then". Dad still didn't say nothing just sat there and chugged another beer beside him.
I wondered how many beers he's had since early this morning. By the way he slurred his words and cursed under his breath, probably more than he could handle. I grabbed an apple and headed out the door. Dad didn't say anything like he usually did. Not even a " I love you Damien" or " Have a good day Damien". I inhaled deeply and headed outside. The weather wasn't gloomy or stormy like in clique movies. It was actually a beautiful day with clear blue skies and not a car to be seen.
"Damien!", a female voiced called out to me making me jump. I quickly turn around to see Emily. She was a gorgeous ginger with sparkly green eyes that could make anyone melt. It made me specifically melt inside." I wanted to feel every inch of her..... I mean not like that!" I mean I wouldn't mind if she let me". Emily ran up to me making me lose my train of thought. Her shiny green eyes looked up at me," Damien, I'm so sorry about your Mom!"
I shrugged my shoulders ,"I'm fine". She looked down shaking her head,"your Mom was a sweet lady. I only nodded not wanting to snap at her for pitying me. I smiled sweetly and said,"look I gotta go before I'm late for the bus". She pouted but slowly nodded her head in false understanding.
I quickly walk away from her and head to the bus stop. My friend Jack was with his brother Greg talking about God knows what. I stroll up beside them and they look at me without saying anything. I give a small smile but they ignored me which sorta upset me. "Hey what you guys up to", I ask trying to sound casual. They look at each other and then at me.
Jack was the first one to say something,"look dude we would love to talk to you but rumors are going around and I don't want to get involved". He gave me a look that was saying he was sorry but I already in a bad mood."Whatever, do what you want I couldn't care less about you or anyone !" I stormed away even though the bus was right down the road. I gave a cry of frustration and headed back home. Hopefully Dad was at work and out of my way. I opened the door and the house was empty."Thank God", I mutter under my breath while walking upstairs....
I sit on the edge of my bed holding my head in my hands. I replayed the scene with my "friends". How could they leave me when I need them most? Who would even spread rumors about me? Plus what are the rumors even about? I exhale slowly and try to center myself. I grab my head and dig my nails into my head. pain pulsated through my skull but it felt good to feel pain. It made me feel something besides anger and sadness. I let go of my head and found fresh blood under my nails. I gave a smile and walked into my personal bathroom. I wash my hands focusing on the blood that went down the drain. I yawn and look at the mirror to see that blood was sliding down my face. I give a laugh and wiped some blood off with my index finger. I tasted the sweet blood and almost moaned in pleasure . I never knew blood was this good ! I smile wide and wipe off more blood to taste. It wasn't a metallic flavor like people said it would taste. It was a salty sweet flavor that I needed more of. I enjoyed every drop that lingered in my mouth. I moan in satisfying pleasure and wished more blood would come. I close my eyes and a giggle escapes me. I open my eyes and grab a unused razor in the cabinet. I slash my forearm and watch the blood glide down my skin. Hot red pain shot up from the wound and I groaned. Blood poured onto the sink painting it red. I put my mouth over it and sucked the blood that was spurting out. My eyes slightly rolled behind my head as I felt my head get dizzier.
The world seem to fade away as I sucked away the delicious blood. No wonder vampires couldn't resist drinking human blood! I thought as I savored every bit. The wound stopped bleeding and my fun was sadly over. I pouted but then smirked as I skipped over to my drawers and grabbed checkered boxers and basket ball shorts. I stripped naked and walked back into the bathroom to get my shower ready. As I waited for the water to get hot I gave the wound a final lick . The water began to steam and I stepped in, letting the scorching hot water hit my body making me squirm with delight. I wash out the blood from the wounds on my head. I hear a faint laughter and shrug it off since I do tend to hear things sometimes. I continue washing my body off and heard someone say hello. I open my once closed eyes and see a black figure right in front of the curtains. It's body wavered for a slight second and then began to laugh. I was about to yell at the person to get out but the figure vanished.....
I open the shower curtain a little after a few minutes and see no one. I breath a sigh of relief and wash off my soapy body. I step out and dry off my body while looking at my reflection. My black hair was almost to my shoulders and twisted in locks from tangles. I grumbled and put on the boxers and basket ball shorts. My brown eyes didn't compliment my dark hair it just made me look like an emo. Not that I have anything against emo's, for I went through a emo stage. I brush my knotty head making my head throb with desirable pain.
The sun was setting as I peeped out the window and I saw my Dad staggering from his Chevy truck. I glared at him and he looked up at me. His face twisted in disgust and I knew he was drunk....
(TO BE CONTINUED)