Thirsty for him

After our paths stopped too. I got my own way home further until I felt a sickness come into my veins pulling me to a place farther away from home than I already was.

I stop before an empty abandoned house where the sickness suddenly stops. Windows are covered with wooden panels and the door is on a crack open. This could be some crack house where live some junkies, why would I go inside? My body had a whole other idea when I got myself to the door and opened it slowly.

With my heart pounding as I am going to have a heart attack I still go further inside. When I got into what must be the living room I cringe by looking at all the blood covering the walls. It is as if a massacre had taken place here as if many people had been killed here.

When I hear a sound behind me, I wake up from my thoughts and look at a tall figure standing in the dark in front of me looking at me, “Who are you?” I ask in a trembling voice, not knowing what is going to happen to me. Or what they are going to do to me.

“You are that girl,” I hear a familiar voice speak in the shadows, pushing away the man who was standing in front of me. “Do I know you?” Asking was pointless, I knew him. It wasn’t just his voice that made me remember him, no. Though it wasn’t his perfume either it was another feeling, a feeling I can’t say what.

It made my mouth water, just like he had done before. He steps out of the shadows and I feel a power pushing me to him again. I want to be closer to him, but he holds out his hands to me. He lets me know that he doesn’t want me to get closer to him. “Stay, I might hurt you,” he says in a voice full of pity for me. I was not in for these games, I knew what I wanted. “I’m not afraid of you,” I said to the boy from the party. I could see him now through the light of the moon shining through the broken window. I hadn’t imagined it, It wasn’t a dream, it was really him!

“Go away, Avery,” he said as he moved closer to me. He towered over me like a huge building, he’s looking even bigger than he was at the party. “What are you going to do with me if I don’t go?” I say challenging him to do an action, which is strange to me. Feeling for once that I’m not the outsider. The girl no one notices.

He grabs my arm, which I find very arousing as I feel the familiar tingles rise in my stomach again. I could see his veins bulging in his arms, which made me thirstier again than I had already felt this day. What am I doing? Thinking about drinking his blood? The thought made me nauseous I don’t want his blood, I want more.

I see someone holding the front door open as he pulls me to it and pushes me right outside on the dirt. Closing the door shut behind me. I stand up stock-still looking at the closed door, marveling at what just happened. It seems as if he wants to get rid of me as quickly as possible! What a nerve!

I have to stop acting like I’m nobody, I’m done with it. It’s like I can finally breathe and finally be free. It feels like a power is building inside me and I finally don’t have to be afraid when I walk back to the door, making me want to storm in. However, I quickly come out of that dream of power. I can’t even get the damn door open! When I look through the windows to find him and his friend, I don’t see them anywhere. This can’t be happening, can it? It can’t be another dream or a delusion?

It’s like walking through the desert where I see a sort of Fata Morgana of my hero, who saved me from dehydration a moment ago. Yet I still feel like I’m in that desert and want to find this tall man who looks like a white-haired god. Okay, not a god, some kind of being I can’t place, that I need to find. Real or fake, I will find him.

I continue into town, to my house at the end of a long avenue. On the outside of town where we can’t be disturbed by others. It’s a big two-story ash-black building where it looks like no one has lived there in ages. The house we call home.

I opened the two heavy black doors and tried to hide to go upstairs to my room. Upstairs in the hallway, my Mother sees me walking past their room, “how was your party, dear?” She asked me in a voice that almost made me gag. What is all this sudden interest? She didn’t find me interesting before, so why now all of a sudden? “Great,” I muttered as I watched her walk downstairs with all her clothes still on. How strange! It has already passed 1 o’clock, why is she going downstairs at all and at this hour?

I stepped into my bedroom, which was covered with a lavender-colored wall. My parents didn’t approve, but I did it anyway. They always hated my ideas or what I wanted or what I even said. Furthermore, I look at my desk on the right side of my room, with books from school on it as well as there is a large bed with the headboard against the lavender-colored wall with long silky tulle hanging from the top on the four wooden pillars against either side of the bed. This purple fabric is tied to the pillars, like a bed from the Victorian era.

I go to the windows on the other side of my room and look out, where I see a glimpse of a man with blond hair glowing white by the moon. I step away from the window and remind myself that this is all just another dream and that this isn’t happening.

Quickly I walk to the bathroom to my left, where I splash some water on my face. I look at myself in the mirror. I see my big blue eyes staring at me and see my black hair glistening from the light shining above the mirror as if there were strands of diamonds tied into my hair it looks strange. No, it looks beautiful. It’s like I’m changing. The only thing I am afraid of is what I am changing into and If I am still really in this reality.

I see my nightgown hanging over the chair in the bathroom, where I had thrown it in the morning. I remember the feeling of thirst I had, and it made me shiver and wonder what had taken this all away so suddenly, the thirst had stopped for now, but for how long. Had that been thanks to what my Mother had given me this morning? Did it really help me against this extreme thirst?

I step back into my bedroom, where I close the curtains on my windows, which are black as night. Like the night through the trees in the forest outside. Almost I can smell the pine sap coming from the trees in the forest which makes me sleepy.

I get into my bed and immediately fall into a deep sleep. In my sleep, I could still taste the liquid from which my mother had given me this morning. I didn’t care what it was, only that I wished I would always feel this good.

The next morning I woke up feeling like yesterday was all a dream, but one that just seemed so real that I had almost really lived it. When I look into my room, I’m still lying on my bed and when I step into the bathroom and look at myself, it’s like I see a completely different person.

A beautiful person, just like my sister. My hair is shinier than yesterday and my skin looks smooth and tanned. What kind of curse is this? What curse can make you more beautiful in one night? I grab some clothes that are almost too small for my stature but look better on me now as well. I feel more alive than I have ever felt. I can’t stop looking at myself.

I run up to the second floor, where I knock on my sister’s door, who shouts that she wants to be left alone. Why do I even try, she probably has a guy with her, who knows.

On the lower floor, I run into the kitchen looking for Mother, who looks troubled in the dining room a little further down, almost as if she’s angry. “What happened last night? No, it can’t be Rick. You have to do something about it.” I try to hear more with my back against the kitchen wall looking into the dining room from where I was standing. It’s almost as if they realize I’m here when Mother calls me and walks into the kitchen. It is almost impossible that they would have seen me from the position I was standing. Father steps out of the kitchen into the hallway where he disappears into. Into his office probably, it’s like he always has something more important to do than be with us.

“How are you feeling today?” Asks my Mother in a sweet voice to me, as if we never had any problems with each other. “Great, I’ve never felt so good!” I shout excitedly as I leap into the kitchen, prompting my Mother to correct my behavior by grabbing my shoulders to keep me from jumping up like a little kid. “Stop, come eat.” She almost commands as she beckons me to follow her to the dining room. Where I see three plates set out for me, my sister, and her. I look at the plate, which has some kind of stew on it. I look at it strangely, stew in the morning? I don’t dare ask about it so as not to provoke an argument.

I grab my fork and start eating from the food in front of me. One bite and it was like the best food I have ever tasted in my entire life. I eat it so fast that Mother and Diana are staring at me. When the meat is gone, I go through my plate with a piece of bread to catch all the sauce left in it, licking my lips. “Do you like it?” my mother asks lovingly with a dose of sarcasm in it. “It’s the best stew I’ve ever eaten, what kind of Meat is in it?” I ask my Mother, who looks at my sister and both ignore my question. Why are they ignoring me all of a sudden?

I walk into the kitchen and put my plate in the dishwasher. It still smells wonderful in the kitchen where I see another plate on the counter. It was as if I was drawn to the plate as I slid it to me and began to eat it. Mother watches me with the plate to my lips. Guiltily I stand stock-still with the plate still on my lips, the plate meant for my father.

“Diana, do you have any leftovers from your hunt last night?” my mother asks my sister. What hunt? Do they hunt at night? Are there animals in our forest? Or do they go to the forest further up in Glensdale?

“When can I hunt?” I ask them not sure if I want to. They looked at me and smiled before they both left. What’s so funny? Maybe I’ll go alone without them! I head back upstairs to grab my bag and get to school before I’m late.

I am waiting for the bus when I feel a figure coming towards me from the woods, but when I turn around it is gone. When I get on the bus that has just arrived I feel nauseous, it’s like the stew was too heavy for breakfast.

I try to hold it in and wait for the bus to stop at school, then I run to the first restroom I can find. I throw up everything in my stomach in the first restroom that is in front of me. With the foul aftertaste still in my mouth, I stand up and want to flush the toilet.

Then my gaze is drawn to the substance in the toilet where I see something white shining. I can’t believe my mother didn’t throw away the bones of the meat I think. It’s like a small piece of bone looking at me from the toilet. The sight of it disgusts me, and I flush.

When the water is cleaner, I can see it better. It’s not a bone! I try to look even closer before it disappears into the water to the sewer. Startled, I walk out of the stall and over to the sinks, where I run some water and splash it in my face. It can’t be true, can it?

It was a tooth, a fucking tooth! What the hell are we?