Journal of Jadyn Hill
Posted: 09 May 2015, 22:30
Day One Night One
I don't know the whole story. I just need to get that off my chest before we go any further. I've spent the better part of the night trying to piece everything together.
My travels led me to this place. Harper Rock. Instead of hopping on the next bus to wherever, I decided to spend a night here. I was feeling adventurous. Brave. Daring. I wanted to participate in desires I had kept hidden within since their initial discovery. My plan had been to spend a night in this city and leave the following morning.
That plan didn't work. Obviously.
I remember being out in the city street well past sun down. I remember the taste of alcohol accompanying me that night. Things get hazy, but I remember how I felt. Happiness. Whatever happened after the fog in my mind settled, I had been happy.
My memories are more concrete later on. I remember feeling cold when I awoke from that haze. I couldn't shake the chill no matter how hard I tried. I remember someone speaking to me, throwing words in my face.
The sun is returning and I feel the weight of this evening settling upon my shoulders. Sleep beckons, and I will not resist.
What am I?
I don't know the whole story. I just need to get that off my chest before we go any further. I've spent the better part of the night trying to piece everything together.
- What happened to me?
How did this happen?
What am I?
My travels led me to this place. Harper Rock. Instead of hopping on the next bus to wherever, I decided to spend a night here. I was feeling adventurous. Brave. Daring. I wanted to participate in desires I had kept hidden within since their initial discovery. My plan had been to spend a night in this city and leave the following morning.
That plan didn't work. Obviously.
I remember being out in the city street well past sun down. I remember the taste of alcohol accompanying me that night. Things get hazy, but I remember how I felt. Happiness. Whatever happened after the fog in my mind settled, I had been happy.
My memories are more concrete later on. I remember feeling cold when I awoke from that haze. I couldn't shake the chill no matter how hard I tried. I remember someone speaking to me, throwing words in my face.
- Death.
Vampire.
Blood.
The sun is returning and I feel the weight of this evening settling upon my shoulders. Sleep beckons, and I will not resist.
What am I?