Thirst For Blood
Chapter 2
*Dillon's POV*
"FUCKKKKK!" I scream. I quickly grab my phone out of my coffee and run downstairs to the kitchen.
"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!" I yell searching for rice and a plastic bag. I finally find the rice and fill it into the bag. I drop my phone in there like my life depends on it.
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So it turns out my phone is fine. Thank god I have an IPhone 5c... After I took it out of the bag I put it in a pot of boiling water. At this point I'm just trying to get the coffee out of my speaker and the phone charger plug. It only says your phone is too hot and needs to cool down. I put it on the counter for twenty minutes so it can cool off. After waiting I called Meghan back.
"Hello?!" She says into the phone.
"OMG HEY! Sorry for what happened a little while ago, I dropped my phone in my coffee..." I hear her start to laugh her ass off.
"HAHAHAH! BITCHHHHHHHHH! But anyway! I WON FUCKING TICKETS TO SEE BVB PLAY IN WISCONSIN!" She yells into the phone. I can just see her jumping up and down.
"How?! I thought the Wisconsin show was sold out!" I sit on my couch and listen carefully.
"You know the radio station 95.7 right?" She says.
"Yea." I reply.
"Well they had two tickets up for a suprise give away at last minute! They did this contest or whatever AND I FUCKING WONNNNNN!!" She says.
"MEGHAN THAT'S AMAZING! When is it?!" I say opening up notes on my phone.
"It's on Saturday!" We're gonna get up early and drive there." She says fiddling with the phone.
"Oh sweet! I ca.... Fuck." I say. I accedentally bite my lip and make it bleed. God dammit fangs...
"Did you bite your lip again?" She says between laughs.
"Sadly yes...." I mutter into the phone.
"Oh well it sucks to be you then... But I'm coming to your apartment so we can situate this in an adult fashion." She says.
"OH WHO THE FUCK AM I KIDDING?! HAHAHAH! WE ACT LIKE CHILDREN! But with all seriousness I'm coming to your house so be ready bitchhhh." She says trying to contain her laughter.
"Alrighty peanut butter!" I say standing up.
"Alright jelly!" She says then hangs up.
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Ten minutes after we talked on the phone I heard a knock on the door. It was of course, Meghan.
"MUAHAHAHA!" She yells and jumps in my arms. For twenty one and twenty two hundred year olds we act like children.
We work the whole thing out and plan to drive there early in the morning. Meghan leaves to go to work and I stay home. I would already be hours late so I called in sick. I decide to go shopping for some clothes for the concert. I can't pick a BVB shirt because it's lame to wear the bands shirt at the concert. I go to the mall and find some weird shit. I go in Hot Topic and pick out a 'Doge' t-shirt. God I'm weird... I then go to old navy to find a pear of jeans I can rip tonight. I buy them and head out. I get home and put my clothes in my dresser drawers and go downstairs to watch TV. I end up watching a Spongebob marathon and watch it for HOURS. When I realise it's seven o'clock at night I turn off the TV and get some blood tablets. I don't always like putting them in my drinks so I let them dissolve in my mouth. Ugh, they kind of taste like blood but they're just not enough. I quickly remember I have my new jeans to rip so I get my Leatherman from the kitchen drawer and put my jeans on the table. I rip away.
It eventually becomes 11:35 at night and I collapse onto the floor. I always forget it happens around this time. God dammit. I was born on June 22nd,1993 at 11:35 pm. I was born with something rare. I was born with Depression. This is especially rare for vampire's so it makes it even worse. So one night a week at 11:35pm I can't controll my depression. It completly takes over me and I can't do a thing. Being a vampire doesn't help because being ruthless is like our thing. So I go into the bathroom and grab my blades. I quickly get them and slash them across my wrists. Again, the depression takes over so I can't do a thing. I'm crying my eyes out. I don't want this. I mean yeah my life has been a living hell sense day one but I get over it. I hate doing this. I stop cutting and dab the cuts carefully. Because of the fact that this lasts about thirty minutes I go to the kitchen and get my pack of cigarettes. I smoke it for a couple minutes then jab it into my arm.
"AH! GOD DAMMIT!" I yell at the top of my lungs. Shit this hurts. After another ten minutes of burning myself I have burn marks all over my forearms. Thankfully my depression has stopped for tonight.
Or so I thought.....
"FUCKKKKK!" I scream. I quickly grab my phone out of my coffee and run downstairs to the kitchen.
"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!" I yell searching for rice and a plastic bag. I finally find the rice and fill it into the bag. I drop my phone in there like my life depends on it.
********************************************
So it turns out my phone is fine. Thank god I have an IPhone 5c... After I took it out of the bag I put it in a pot of boiling water. At this point I'm just trying to get the coffee out of my speaker and the phone charger plug. It only says your phone is too hot and needs to cool down. I put it on the counter for twenty minutes so it can cool off. After waiting I called Meghan back.
"Hello?!" She says into the phone.
"OMG HEY! Sorry for what happened a little while ago, I dropped my phone in my coffee..." I hear her start to laugh her ass off.
"HAHAHAH! BITCHHHHHHHHH! But anyway! I WON FUCKING TICKETS TO SEE BVB PLAY IN WISCONSIN!" She yells into the phone. I can just see her jumping up and down.
"How?! I thought the Wisconsin show was sold out!" I sit on my couch and listen carefully.
"You know the radio station 95.7 right?" She says.
"Yea." I reply.
"Well they had two tickets up for a suprise give away at last minute! They did this contest or whatever AND I FUCKING WONNNNNN!!" She says.
"MEGHAN THAT'S AMAZING! When is it?!" I say opening up notes on my phone.
"It's on Saturday!" We're gonna get up early and drive there." She says fiddling with the phone.
"Oh sweet! I ca.... Fuck." I say. I accedentally bite my lip and make it bleed. God dammit fangs...
"Did you bite your lip again?" She says between laughs.
"Sadly yes...." I mutter into the phone.
"Oh well it sucks to be you then... But I'm coming to your apartment so we can situate this in an adult fashion." She says.
"OH WHO THE FUCK AM I KIDDING?! HAHAHAH! WE ACT LIKE CHILDREN! But with all seriousness I'm coming to your house so be ready bitchhhh." She says trying to contain her laughter.
"Alrighty peanut butter!" I say standing up.
"Alright jelly!" She says then hangs up.
*********************************************
Ten minutes after we talked on the phone I heard a knock on the door. It was of course, Meghan.
"MUAHAHAHA!" She yells and jumps in my arms. For twenty one and twenty two hundred year olds we act like children.
We work the whole thing out and plan to drive there early in the morning. Meghan leaves to go to work and I stay home. I would already be hours late so I called in sick. I decide to go shopping for some clothes for the concert. I can't pick a BVB shirt because it's lame to wear the bands shirt at the concert. I go to the mall and find some weird shit. I go in Hot Topic and pick out a 'Doge' t-shirt. God I'm weird... I then go to old navy to find a pear of jeans I can rip tonight. I buy them and head out. I get home and put my clothes in my dresser drawers and go downstairs to watch TV. I end up watching a Spongebob marathon and watch it for HOURS. When I realise it's seven o'clock at night I turn off the TV and get some blood tablets. I don't always like putting them in my drinks so I let them dissolve in my mouth. Ugh, they kind of taste like blood but they're just not enough. I quickly remember I have my new jeans to rip so I get my Leatherman from the kitchen drawer and put my jeans on the table. I rip away.
It eventually becomes 11:35 at night and I collapse onto the floor. I always forget it happens around this time. God dammit. I was born on June 22nd,1993 at 11:35 pm. I was born with something rare. I was born with Depression. This is especially rare for vampire's so it makes it even worse. So one night a week at 11:35pm I can't controll my depression. It completly takes over me and I can't do a thing. Being a vampire doesn't help because being ruthless is like our thing. So I go into the bathroom and grab my blades. I quickly get them and slash them across my wrists. Again, the depression takes over so I can't do a thing. I'm crying my eyes out. I don't want this. I mean yeah my life has been a living hell sense day one but I get over it. I hate doing this. I stop cutting and dab the cuts carefully. Because of the fact that this lasts about thirty minutes I go to the kitchen and get my pack of cigarettes. I smoke it for a couple minutes then jab it into my arm.
"AH! GOD DAMMIT!" I yell at the top of my lungs. Shit this hurts. After another ten minutes of burning myself I have burn marks all over my forearms. Thankfully my depression has stopped for tonight.
Or so I thought.....
Notes
Oooo! They're going to see Black Veil Brides! WOAHHHH! lol. But will she be able to handle her depression or will it keep going? Eh, sorry. I tried to be cool XD. This chapter is awful but oh whale. Feedback please xxx.
I love anime. Yh I love that anime too!
5/11/16