The Dark Truth
A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.
I despised myself. I hated the fact that that's what I was. the people who treat me as if I'm a monster, bully me, disgusted me and poked fun at me after what had happened to my friend that night. They didn't approach me, as if they were scared of me.
You must be curious too, as to why it was so?
The fact that I was not like others, the fact that I was not a human. The fact that I was a vampire, which made me a monster, a monster who drank the blood of human beings.
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