who is this monster

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
might be a little out there but i wrote it a while ago and thought i might as well share it and see what you think!
it's about a girl who becomes a vampire. a bit out there (as i said!)
i'm unsure about reactions to it!

Submitted: February 02, 2016

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WHO IS THIS MONSTER

A solitude feather slid down the bannister as I felt my eyes flicker and flap. This petrifying trap had latched me at my most vulnerable point. I was prey. My hand had the wall pressed against it- yet my entire figure felt upturned and wonky. An undeniable crave swept over me as the smell of bacon filled my nostrils. I could not reject the fact that my whole yearned for fresh meat. Who was this monster? Who was this inhuman creature? Me. Seconds felt like hours in my head, every tick of the great auburn clock went in time with the drum in my mind. I felt restricted to these four walls on every side of me, and those walls just crept closer, as my eyes remained shut, until I felt a lust for anything to breathe on. My eyes were butterfly’s wings as they fluttered open, the barmy air is threw me backwards and my skin felt like an extra layer of clothing, not part of me. I wished I could just take it back. All of it. Suddenly my brain flipped over and my eyes were watching the moments I didn’t want to see.

My breaths were desperate and husky. My legs moved automatically as I ran. All I could think was ‘don’t stop’ over and over in my head. I couldn’t remember whom I was running from, but I knew it wasn’t good. My father used to tell me that trust was the most valid thing is life. I had no clue why yet I knew my trust lay elsewhere at that moment in time. The rhythm of my feet slapping the tarmac slowed me. Just me. My steps. The familiar scolding weight was then lifted from my shoulders. I was free. Wasn’t I? The next thing I knew my neck was burning. I felt empty like a disposed can. My senses cleared to perfection as the glowing heat cooled. Gradually and hesitantly, I turned my head to see two clear gashes pasted onto my skin. No.

My lips were dryer than the desert as I put together the pieces in my head. The world was suddenly so still and silence dug into me like a shovel. Tick tock went the old clock, then... My neck was burning... Was... Senses cleared to perfection... Was I... Two clear gashes pasted onto my skin... I was a vampire.


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