Chapter 1

I ran as fast as my long legs could carry me, my bare feet were victims of the stabs that twigs and sharp rocks caused. I pushed past the thorns and bushes, felling them satb my hands.
A bullet whizzed past my head and into the bark of an oak.
"Goddammit!" The commander screamed. "Get her! What's so fucking hard about catching a 18 year old girl?!"
Another bullet scraped my creamy skin. I screamed as it hit my shoulder. My steps flattered and I fell to the ground in the forest.
This is the end,

I thought. All that training for this.

The commander laughed as he caught up with me. He had brown hair with brown eyes that were staring at me with no remorse as he held the gun to my head.
"Please," I begged. My throat was hoarse and dry from the lack of water.
BOOM! The sound of the gun echoed through the forest and birds that rested on the trees flew away as the commander shot me.
*****

I jumped out of my sleep as the thunder crackled in the dark sky.
The forest around me flashed as lightning struck the sky and dance around in a lighting array. I got up from the damp ground and dusted off the dirt that laid on my jean cut offs.
I grabbed the picnic basket that I stole from a little girl yesterday, I looked ion it and saw that the food was still fresh. I began walking forward, the sound of cars driving guiding me.
I looked up at the dark sky, the sun was up but was behind the clouds, it looked around 8 o'clock in the morning but I wasn't sure. I began climbing the small hill that was decorated with small trees.
I pushed the branches of the trees out of my way and stopped when I saw the end of the forest, merging into a street. I looked up and raised my eyebrows.
It was a small town, few cars drove in the storm but there were still people walking with their umbrellas in case it would rain.
Welcome to Forks, the sign read as I saw a police car drive past it. The man inside had a mustache that took half his face with dark brown eyes and dark ringlets.
I hesitantly got out the bush I was hiding from. Fortunately, nobody noticed me. I picked up a red broken umbrella that was flipped out into a shape on a bowl. I held it in my hand and closed me eyes, concentrating as the umbrella slowly bent back into it's correct form.
I looked around once more and held the umbrella over my head and kept my head down as I began walking.
Cake Shop, Supermarket, Sport's Store, Dress Boutique. I stopped in front of the last one and frowned.
I have no money to buy clothes that were fit for this weather. I huffed and waited in front of the shop, pondering for an idea.
I looked at the post that was in front of me, it had all sorts of signs but the one that really caught my attention was the one of a little Pomeranian in a Burberry coat,Have You Seen FooFoo?
I giggled at the ridiculous name for a Pomeranian and I grabbed the paper. I let the tears that I have been holding back for eleven years finally out.
"Have you seen Foofoo?" I asked, crying to the man who had a million bags on him. He shook his head and I sniffled and leaned against the glass of the Boutique. I held my foot out casually, ton make it look as if I were shifting into another stance. The man fell forward,arms splayed out,all of the bags going different ways.
I pretended to act surprise. "Oh my goodness," I said, my hands over my mouth in mock surprise. "Are you okay? Let me help you sir." I insisted. I knelt down and grabbed him by the waist, letting my small finger lightly in his pocket. I felt his large wallet and quickly took it out and dropped it behind him and began to dust him off, letting my paper flutter behind him too.
"Sir, is that your bag on the roof of that car?" I asked, pointing to the large blue bag that was on the top of 1999 Honda.
"Oh my," the man exclaimed as he went to pick it up. I picked up the Pomeranian paper with the wallet behind it.
I picked up the five bags as the man came back. "Here you go, Mr." I said, as I handed him the bags.
"Thank you dear," The man said. he looked about forty with a bald, pudgy head and tiny glasses. He wore a white cardigan with tan pants.
"No problem sir," I said, nodding my head. "I must be going, my mother will worry." And without another word, I ran around the corner, trying to submerge my giggles.
I leaned against the store of a sewing shop, finally letting the giggles out.. I opened the wallet, looking at the five debit cards and eight hundred dollar bill with three twenties.
"Wow,this man is rich!" I exclaimed as I went through the money again, making sure I counted right. I wasn't wrong, there were $860 in this wallet, excluding the five debit cards.
I looked around the empty town and put the wallet in my pocket. I put the umbrella down and began running in the rain to the forest. My stomach was growling and I was hungry.
I stopped in a small vacant clearing, sitting down on the damp ground, taking out a baloney sandwich. I felt so optimistic and happy now that I had money. I was no longer looking at the past all I could see was a bright future.
Is education still free? I have been in the mental institution for eleven years. I was so lost with today. I finished my sandwich and dusted off the crumbs that were on my shorts, I laid down on the grass, looking up at the dark gloomy sky.
I will settle down in this town, I will probably get a job, find a "friend", stay at her house, and go look for some bloodsuckers.
The sky crackled one last time before a heavy downpour fell out. I cursed and picked myself up, carrying the basket and running out of the forest.
These were the times when I felt hopeless. I had no where to go, the vacant town seemed cold and uninviting. I slowly walked over to the small apartment building that was tightly settled in between a deli store and a fabric shop and sat on the step. Some tears ran down my face but I quickly and hastily wiped them away.
I wonder how life would be if the vampires hadn't killed my family. Maybe I would be in school right now, since it was Tuesday, probably drawing little hearts around a crush who I have no chance with. I scowled at the thought.
"Hi.." A female voice made my head pop up. I glared at her and looked away. I wasn't interested in any counseling she could afford. She was pretty, the kind of girl who had her pockets over-flowed with numbers. She had a soft oval face with blonde curly hair that framed her face. Her navy blue eye looked down down at me with a worried expression. She had a small nose with full pink lips, she wore a peach cardigan with light blue jeans and frilly white flats. She had a brown purse that had groceries in it.
"Yeah," I said bluntly, looking at a fire hydrate. I was not a social person, when I was not interested I made my point as loud as possible.
"You sure?" She asked, brushing a soft golden curl out of her face. I growled softly in annoyance, I hated stubborn people, they annoyed me to no end that they just couldn't leave a situation alone. Determined is what they call it more like annoying.
"Yeah, I'm fine just leave me alone." I stated. She frowned and put her bag down to take out a silver key.
"Well, my name is Maryli." She pronounced it MARY-L-EEE. I arched my eyebrows at her strange name.
"Anyway, I need some help putting some bags away. Are you willing to help? I pay." Maryli was about my age 18, which made me wonder why she wasn't home with her parents begging for some money instead of giving it to some random stranger.
"No, I don't want to help you." I stated simply, as I got up walking in the rain away from the odd stranger. I wanted to do nothing except find a vampire and kill, kill, kill.
"Hey," Maryli ran up to me, dropping her bags. " My boyfriend broke up with me for my best friend." She said sadly.
"And I care so much" I said sarcastically. Inside my mind was churning, trying to escape from this girl. She reminded me too much of my sister. I wanted no remorse of the past effecting my future.
"I need a roommate, you know to pay the bills. I don't live here. I'm just dropping off some groceries for my aunt." She continued. I stop, running through my plans once again.
I need a place to stay and Maryli is offering it to a complete stranger. For all she knows, she thinks that I'm innocent when I'm a killer. She thinks I'm sane when I'm the opposite. She is basically risking her own life just to find a friend. How stupid.
"How do you know you can trust me?" I asked without turning around. There was only one correct answer and if it was wrong, I would just leave.
She paused thoughtfully and answered hesitantly, "I can't trust you, that's the thing but life is full of risks, it sucks and then you die but at least I die knowing that someone hasn't left me."
My eyes widen. It was not the right answer but it was the truth.
I grunted heavily before turning my head, looking on.

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