I was always a quiet girl. Like the one who sat in the back corner. Whenever the teacher said my name, everyone would jump and look at me scared. One person said, “Who is she? I’ve never seen her before.” 

It hurts but it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt as much as the bruises and cuts all over my face and legs. 

Blood drips from my lip as I look in the mirror of my Victorian home. I started to treat it but it hurt every time I moved my lip. 

I was a pale human. Some people thought I was a vampire... but I’m not. I’ve always had a fascination with vampires. They were always a big part of my life. 

Vampires had those beautiful eyes and amazing powers. I always wished to be one.