I eye the phone for about twenty minutes, debating whether or not I should call Sky once again. I had initially called him with the intention of inviting him to dinner but I also wanted to vent to my boyfriend about what went down between my father and I. The fact that he brushed me off so easily left me with no choice but to talk about one of those things.   To make things worse, our conversation didn't do anything to improve my mood. Infact I feel like he's pulling away from me. I don't know if it's paranoia or not but something felt off about our conversation.   Sky sounded distracted on the phone and I have watched enough romcoms to know that it's never a good sign when the guy is distracted. I don't want to think the worst but my mind won't stop thinking that something is very wrong.   I want to call him, to ask if he's really at home and not with someone else but I decide against it. It's probably best not to smoth

I don't know what it is I'm smelling but it's an addictive scent. The kind like dirt right after a rainy day, and you just want to go outside and eat the dirt. Except it isn't raining and I definitely don't have the urge to eat dirt.   One of Kevin's acquaintances must have been recently involved in a fight because his lip is cut. It isn't entirely noticeable but I can see tiny specs of blood on his lip. I watch the movement of his lips as he talks and I can think about is how much I want to bite that lip.   My thoughts scare me. I have never been a violent person, except of course when I'm defending Sky. But right now it has nothing to do with Sky, it's Aurora, she's hungry and she's using me to get to her prey.   I wish I can say that I want to fight the urge to pounce on Daniel, well I'm guessing that's his name. But I want him beneath me, helpless and desperate as I feed on him. I can already picture it happening in

He's in my arms, his head buried in my neck and my lips pressed against his hot skin. We have been in the lab for over twenty minutes now our make up make out session is partly over, mostly due to Sky's reluctance to have sex on school premises. But we have yet to let go of each other. Personally I'm still reeling from everything that just happened and only in his arms do I find the solace that I'm desperately craving. We are both silent, both of us still too caught up in our intimate moment to think about anything else.   Today, like most days in my life, has been eventful and tiring. Just thinking about it makes my head spin. Being with Sky helps put my mind at ease but sometimes not even the presence of the love of my life helps with the chaos that seems to be my life. Like when Aurora is in control.   Lately Aurora has been making it impossible for me to ignore her presence inside of me and everytime the demon takes over my body it's jus

Dinner surprisingly goes smoothly. Cassandra is back to her usual herself.   Watching her now carefree and chatting endlessly with Ronnie, you would never think that she was just crying in my arms just minutes earlier.   My whole family is quite taken by the Rosemont sisters even my dad. I don't blame them because the three sisters look so normal that I briefly wonder if it's from all these years of practice or if they were always good at concealing the nature of their true identity.   It then hits me that it's no longer accurate to refer to the Rosemont sisters as 'them' cause like it or not I'm a part of whatever twisted nature they are as well. Maybe I should take lessons on how to act 'normal' from them. They did help me with the whole hearing people's loud thoughts thing. And considering the fact that the nonhuman with a demon inside of me, I could learn a lot from them.     When Am

It doesn't take me long to get to the Gomez residence. It should concern me that anyone can get into their house with so much ease but I'm too concerned about Sky to worry about that at the moment.     I rush up to his room, anxious to see how he's doing. My heart drops when I find his bed empty.   The sheets are all rumbled, indicating that someone was recently sleeping on the bed. And knowing Sky as I do I know he would never leave his bed this untidy. Before my mind has the chance to run around with crazy thoughts about how someone might have taken him, I hear sounds coming from his bathroom. A second later he comes out looking pale and exhausted. His eyes are baggy, like he hasn't been sleeping, and his nose is all puffy and red. He really is sick.     He frowns as soon as he notices me. "What...." He starts coughing before he can finish his question.