One year ago
Brandon
My wounds heal.
They heal but the pain of everything still lingers.
It's been days.
Days locked up in this room.
Days of being kept in this vampire coven.
I don't understand how I am still alive or even why?
The stranger spared me.
I don't even understand what is happening but all I want to do is leave this place. A week ago, I didn't even know where I was going to go, all I wanted to do was leave my mother and the mess she has made for my life.
Now I am a prisoner in a coven.
This doesn't even make any sense to me.
The door to the room he is keeping me opens and he walks in. Today, he is dressed in all black again.
He approaches me with a calm and collected demeanour, his eyes meeting mine with a sense of intensity. "Brandon," he says, his voice steady. "How are you feeling?"
