OOC: This will be the journal Leigh keeps as her time in Harper's Rock continues. I have to go back to when she was first turned before I cast her into the present, but I'll get there. 
Tales of an Irish Misfit
-
Leigh (DELETED 185)
- Posts: 75
- Joined: 26 May 2011, 00:34
Tales of an Irish Misfit
We're torn apart. We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers.
|| Death's Defiant ||
Worthington
|| Death's Defiant ||
Worthington
-
Leigh (DELETED 185)
- Posts: 75
- Joined: 26 May 2011, 00:34
Re: Tales of an Irish Misfit
May, 24 2011
You know those days where you just know that something bad is going to happen? That no matter what you do to try and avoid it, that bad thing will just spring on you before you even know what is going on? Well, I had one of those days. I'm not even sure you could call it a "bad day" because it all seems so much worse.
I'm dead.
Alright, let me correct myself on that one. I'm UNdead.
Ya know, I never planned for today to go this way. I just wanted to go to my parent's funeral and get it all over with. They made me travel from Ireland, so that their parents could bury them. Go figure, they couId decide. I sat through it...stoic, really. Everyone kept giving their apologies and offerings of help. I didn't need help, I needed my parents. No one seemed to get that. Then again, no one even cared. So what if there was another orphan in the world? I'm ninteen, I can take care of myself, right?
Yeah, until some crazy woman came into my life. After the funeral...I just wanted to run. I wanted to run away from the people, the pity, the pain. So I did. I took off my heels and ran, with no plans on where I was headed. I didn't know the area, and I most certainly didn't know of Harper's Rock. I kinda wish I had.
She just...appeared. Right in front of me. I think I had been crying, but I don't really remember. Alll I remember was this piecring pain in my neck. After that, everything got dizzy and I may have blacked out. In fact, I'm positive I did. Since I woke up after with that lady over me again.
She kept telling me that things would be different now, and she hadn't meant to do it. I'm still not sure what that means. All I know, was that I didn't feel right. Something had changed and when I went to rub my neck, I learned quickly what it was. I had no pulse. My heart wasn't beating, yet there I say. Conscious as ever. I was scared....
She asked my name. I told her. Leigh Kelly. She gave me her's too. Nicola, not that I really wanted to know it. After that, she told me that she was my sire and I was dead. I was a vampire now, and I better start learned how to survive...
What does that even mean, anymore?
Yours,
Leigh
You know those days where you just know that something bad is going to happen? That no matter what you do to try and avoid it, that bad thing will just spring on you before you even know what is going on? Well, I had one of those days. I'm not even sure you could call it a "bad day" because it all seems so much worse.
I'm dead.
Alright, let me correct myself on that one. I'm UNdead.
Ya know, I never planned for today to go this way. I just wanted to go to my parent's funeral and get it all over with. They made me travel from Ireland, so that their parents could bury them. Go figure, they couId decide. I sat through it...stoic, really. Everyone kept giving their apologies and offerings of help. I didn't need help, I needed my parents. No one seemed to get that. Then again, no one even cared. So what if there was another orphan in the world? I'm ninteen, I can take care of myself, right?
Yeah, until some crazy woman came into my life. After the funeral...I just wanted to run. I wanted to run away from the people, the pity, the pain. So I did. I took off my heels and ran, with no plans on where I was headed. I didn't know the area, and I most certainly didn't know of Harper's Rock. I kinda wish I had.
She just...appeared. Right in front of me. I think I had been crying, but I don't really remember. Alll I remember was this piecring pain in my neck. After that, everything got dizzy and I may have blacked out. In fact, I'm positive I did. Since I woke up after with that lady over me again.
She kept telling me that things would be different now, and she hadn't meant to do it. I'm still not sure what that means. All I know, was that I didn't feel right. Something had changed and when I went to rub my neck, I learned quickly what it was. I had no pulse. My heart wasn't beating, yet there I say. Conscious as ever. I was scared....
She asked my name. I told her. Leigh Kelly. She gave me her's too. Nicola, not that I really wanted to know it. After that, she told me that she was my sire and I was dead. I was a vampire now, and I better start learned how to survive...
What does that even mean, anymore?
Yours,
Leigh
We're torn apart. We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers.
|| Death's Defiant ||
Worthington
|| Death's Defiant ||
Worthington