A few miles from the shabby apartment, I sat in my room and sank down on my large bed. Embarrassed to hold back my tears, I stared at the ceiling. Furious, I clawed my fingers into the white duvet and tried to calm my heart down again, which seemed impossible.
When the first tears ran down my cheeks, I slowly straightened up and put my face in my trembling hands, propped my arms on my knees and just cried. My shoulders rose and fell quickly and loud sobs could be heard from me over and over again.
I was upset, and rightly so. I was angry, disappointed, abandoned, betrayed, and lonely. It was unfair, simply unfair!
It took me a few minutes to stop my tears again, then I slowly got up. My knees were shaking, no wonder it had been a long day.
Slowly I padded to the white wardrobe and pulled out a nightgown.I held it briefly in front of my body and sighed heartily.
I quickly shook my head and went into a large bathroom, undressed with slow, painful-looking movements, and turned the shower water on hot and stood under it.
Sighing, I closed my eyes and let the water patter down on me. It felt good to finally be able to relax. My tears also slowly dried up
Tears that showed me that I had reached my limits.
Every day, I did exactly what my manager asked me to do without even contradicting it.
And even if I was about to break through as a singer, it hadn't been fun for me for a long time. And that was what mattered, wasn't it?

I closed my eyes for a moment and sank down on the shower floor. I pulled my legs under my chin and rested my head on them. Yes, I always told everyone I would be fine, but the truth was very different.For a very long time I a0 no longer properly, I slept restlessly and had to vomit almost regularly in the morning. All the stress just got too much for me.
I knew that I had voluntarily decided to take this path, it had always been my dream to become a singer, but slowly the air was out.
I didn't feel like rushing from one shot to the next, doing photo shoots in between, giving interviews, changing clothes, smiling all day ... that just wasn't me anymore.
I was a sixteen-year-old girl who needed time to herself, who finally wanted to sleep and eat normally again.
But how?
Back then, a good two years ago, I had begged my parents to attend an audition, and they only allowed me to do that after weeks of discussion, tears, pleading and pleading with the waitress that if I won, they would keep singing had to and was not allowed to throw it down.
Of course I had enthusiastically agreed, I had been sure that singing would be the most beautiful thing for me forever.I was wrong.

Every time I wanted to ask my manager or my parents to give me at least one day off, I heard the same thing every time.
My mother read the same lyre every time. 'Child, you already knew back then what you would get yourself into, now there is no going back!'
How that pissed me off.
Normally you would think that parents would love their children, but I really didn't notice much of that.
Far too often my parents were traveling or just going to a party until late at night. When they did see me they never noticed that I had already lost weight and that there were deep circles under my eyes under my eyes.
No, nobody noticed, except me!

Again tears came into my eyes and this time I let them run free. There was no point in trying to hold her back.

It took a while before I managed to get up again. With slow movements I turned off the water, dried myself off and put on my underwear and sleep shirt.It was already late, and tomorrow I had my first appointment at six o'clock, but I decided to simply oversleep it and allow myself a day off.
I really needed it!

With slow steps he went back to my room. I was tired, but I wouldn't be able to sleep yet.
I stopped for a moment, got my brush and sat on my bed and combed my long pink hair. At the bottom they had started to curl. As if in a trance, I did the same procedure every night, and the regularity helped me not to completely lose my mind.

Finally I put the brush back in its place and looked in the mirror again.

I sighed.

With a heavy heart I turned away again and opened the door to my balcony. The lovely smell of my roses, which I had planted to my right and left a while ago, met me like a torrent.
I loved that smell.I slowly stepped out barefoot. It was dark, but the sun was still warming the ground.
I smiled contentedly.
Yes i loved this life There was a lot that went wrong at the moment, but when I stood on the balcony, the roses surrounded me and I saw the landscape in the dark, which seemed so peaceful as if there was nothing else, then it gave me an uncanny strength.

I stopped just before the railing. The wind made my still wet hair dance slightly in the wind and I was sure that I had to make a fairytale picture.
A wonderful feeling.

But something suddenly made me shudder.
The air suddenly went ice cold.
Oppressive darkness.
A shiver ran down my spine and the surroundings seemed to change before my eyes. I got goosebumps and looked around with an almost panicked expression.

What was going on all of a sudden?

When I suddenly felt something behind me I spun around.My heart skipped a few beats and I stared spellbound into the eyes of the person who suddenly stood across from me. How was that possible? I had locked my room door. I quickly glanced at that very same one. It was still closed.
How did he get up here?
I swallowed, wanted to scream, not a word came from my lips.
The shock was too deep.

"So I found you," he whispered to me. Another shiver ran down my spine. His voice was so cold and emotionless.

"Who are you?"
I heard my own voice, but it felt like it was far away.
"That's relative," he whispered again and took a step towards me. I instinctively backed away.
"Where are you from?"
I saw a grin creep onto the man's lips and again I backed away.

"From my last victim!"
I swallowed hard. His last victim? Was he a murderer?
“What do you want?” My voice grew softer and more frightened and again he came closer.I wanted to evade, but the railing was right behind me and then it would only go a few meters deep.

"Satisfy my hunger!"

He came closer and closer, my fear grew immeasurably. I was sure my last hour had struck.
"Mei ... my parents are here," I whispered. "I scream!"
But the black-haired man in front of me just laughed coldly. Then his gaze became serious again.
“You are alone!” His voice became more threatening, sounded almost hissing and the sweat of fear came on my forehead.
How did he know? And why didn't my parents have to be there now of all times?

"I scream anyway," I tried to save myself, but actually I knew that there would be no point in screaming. There was nobody here who could have helped.
"Do that," was his answer, but his malicious grin told me that he wouldn't allow it. "I love the hunt and you will not escape me!"
"What do you want from me?"I tried desperately to forge a plan in my head how I could save myself from this madman, but I couldn't think of anything. I had to flay, mother and father would surely come home soon and help me!
"You're repeating yourself!"
The black-haired man was only a few millimeters away from me and my heart was racing with fear.

"Go ... go away," was the only thing I could manage.
"Why?"
I did not answer. I couldn't utter a word anymore, the fear of the one who would surely do something to me was too great!

Again he came closer to me, his head right next to my ear. I heard him breathing. He grabbed my wrists and I shuddered. His hands were ice cold.

Like death.

"Who are you," I whispered, close to tears. I heard him laugh.
"You don't think so anyway," he breathed into my ear. "Hold still, then it won't hurt so much!"
The first tears ran down my cheeks, I was frozen.I wanted to push him away, kick him, hit him, hurt him before he could hurt me. But I couldn't do any of it!

"Don't worry," he breathed. "I am gentle!"

I shook my head slightly, I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to die. I didn't want him to touch me.

I felt how he bent down slightly and smelled my neck.
I opened my mouth to say something, but quickly closed it. I didn't mean to piss him off, that would have been fatal.
The blood raced in my veins and my temples pounded.
It seemed to amuse him.

He slowly licked my throat, my vein.
I started whimpering.

Then, without warning, I felt pain. I screamed in panic.
I felt something dig into my throat and started sucking out the blood.

I widened my eyes, tried to break away from him, but his hands were clutching mine tightly.
Escape was impossible.

I was getting cold.My eyes noticed everything was just blurry and more and more blood flowed from my body.
The pain in my neck increased and I started whimpering again.
I felt the warmth leave my body and I began to shiver.
I felt weaker and weaker with every second and slowly closing my eyes just before he let go of me again. I sank to the floor and saw how he ran the back of his hand over his mouth to wipe my blood away. When he grinned down at me, I saw two fan teeth flashing in the moonlight and the goose bumps only got worse.

"Really delicious," he muttered, looking down at me as I lay trembling and without strength on the floor, sobbing and near my end. I felt blood still dripping from my bite wound and swallowed hard.

A vampire, I thought, and lost my consciousness.

Yes yes, I know what you have to think now * Drop *
Can't she write even shorter pitel?I'm really sorry * flenn *
Not much more to me
And actually I think that I succeeded quite well oO
Or? * tremor *

Your Tweety16