Zanella

Walking at night was always a problem for me. A feeling of fear gashed up my spinal cord because of the crackle of the leaves being blown by the wind. The city was darkened with nimbus clouds. There was mist everywhere, with birds chirping, and cats purring from all directions. Up ahead, a flame of a streetlight hung at the entrance of a boutique like some kind of spirit. I loved the lights at night; they like eyes watching my every step. Always watching. The streets were as empty as a vacuum.

However, tonight was as quiet as a church mouse? No one was roaming the streets. Just a few cars passed by me. Walking unflinchingly, I turned left, and as silent as the grave, I walked as fast as my legs could carry me. I trembled whenever I heard the leaves rustle. Just then, I saw a flashlight come from a narrow alley, and steadily, I thought that it would appear again. But I was mistaken.

Nonetheless, a group of boys majestically appeared from the same alley, and blocked my way. I stood there, in awe, not knowing what to do. I thought of running, but before I could take a step back, I was already surrounded by the boys. There was nothing I could do; I felt blue. With me was my phone, and a magazine, nothing more. I thought of sacrificing these belongings for my life but I was not ready to risk anything. I decided to ask them what they wanted, but before I could open my mouth to speak, I received a blow that sent me flying to the ground.

I had blood oozing out of my nose, and mouth. Tears cascaded down my face, while I cussed these boys out. The boys seemed to be having fun tossing me around like a coin, but I was hurting. The more I insulted them, the more I got beat up. I struggled to get up, but all was in vain. I could not give up. Inflaming with anger, I tried to push them away. I thought to myself, “Oh God, what should I do, when all of these people want to kill me?” A rollercoaster of emotions filled my heart, and the motivation to save myself came to my mind. With all those wounds, I wanted to fight them.

My heart was racing, and my eyes glowed with red in them. I felt a little weird. My face was changing, with veins being exposed from the bottom of my eyes. What was I? Was I becoming a monster? This had never happened to me before! All of a sudden, I felt my throat drying up, like I was choking with the smell of blood. Was I allergic to blood? All these questions were in my mind, but I had no answers to them. My fingers grew longer, and they were dirty. I had no idea of what was happening to me. Fear was drowning in my soul, and my pupils were dilating ever second. All the boys were staring at me like I was some crazy old woman. They could not even believe their eyes.

One of the boys was holding a pistol, ready to pull the trigger, but before he could shoot I heard someone screaming, and laughter n the background. I awoke from my dream only to find myself in a history class. Everyone laughed so loud, the principal could hear all the way from his office that he came rushing to see what was happening. The teacher dragged me outside and said that I was saying things that made everyone draw all their attention to me. But my question, even after I awoke from the dream was do vampires exist in this world?