His Black Vampire Heart

I am frustrated. No! Scratch that! I am angry! Wait... no. I am beyond pissed! There we go, thats the extent of the emotions I am feeling. I, Sam Wilder, am BEYOND PISSED! Of the sixteen years that I have been born, I have followed ever rule. Done everything expected of me. I have never skipped a class, never gotten anything lower then an A, studied religiously, been the perfect daughter! And yet somehow, with one school rumor, I am now being exiled from my home and being shipped across the country to stay with my Uncle Fred. I beg, PLEADED for her not to make me go. I was about to start my junior year of high-school and I wanted to graduate in the city I had lived in my entire life. yeah, granted, I didn't exactly have friends keeping me there. But I knew all the teachers and to me that was more important. But then Nathan happened. I don't know why, but the guy hates me. Has since when I first met him in Kindergarten. and seriously, I keep to myself, so I can't give you a reason why he's always bullied me and seen me as a target. Either way, I had grown bored of his stupid tactics to rile me up, so I just started ignoring him. And for the most part, it had worked fine. Until it didn't. Until he spread that terrible, awful rumor. Until my mom heard it. And until she believed it over me. And now, after a very long plane ride, I am here in Maine, in a cab on the way to my Uncles. And I'm done. Done being the good girl. Done following orders. Done. If my mom thinks I will behave at Uncle Fred's, she's got another thing coming. As the Lyft slowly pulled up to the small home, I still couldnt believe how my whole life just turned around during the summer. When I first heard she was sending me up here, I laughed. I thought it was a joke. Theres no way my mother would just take a random rumor and believe it. I mean, its me! She gave birth to me. She should know that Im not that kind of girl. But it seemed like it didnt matter. Or at least that her mind was up. I begged and pleaded, right up until boarding that plane, but there was no changing that womans mind. So Im mad, and I refuse to acknowledge that maybe I was hurting from it too. My grey eyes stared out the window at the dark house. It was now past 8, the sun long gone and now the only glow coming off the house porch. Uncle Fred lived a little out there. Small town of only four thousand people, and yet they all lived so far away from eachother. I was use to living in an apartment, hearing your neighbors make loud noises and faint sirens filling the air. But as I exited that cab, all I heard was the buzzing of cicadas and the crunching of leaves under my feet. The front door opened then, spilling more light out onto the porch and a familiar figure stood in the doorway. Uncle Fred. I guess you could say that I look a lot more like him then my mom. A lot of people thought she was a single mom who adopted just by how different we looked. I probably would've thought I was adopted too if it wasnt for Uncle Fred. We both had the same almond brown hair that lightened in the sun. Same grey eyes. Same one dimple on the left cheek. While my mother was a stark red head with bright green eyes. Even though Uncle Fred was offering a familar face, I just brushed past him, rolling my suitcase inside. He wasnt the reason for my excil, but I couldnt help it. I had time to think about everything on the long plane and car ride, and it just made it all the more upsetting. Okay, so maybe I was being a bit more dramatic then needed as I headed upstairs, allowing my suitcase to bang on every step behind me, before stopping hesitantly at the top. It had been years since I last seen Uncle Fred, and even longer since Ive been to his house. I can only recall one memory for when I was around eight, and even then I barely remember anything. "Its this way." Uncle Fred walked passed me, heading to the room at the end and opening the old wood door. His voice held no hostility, unlike what my mood was no doubt expressing. Like always, Uncle Fred was calm, if anything, sympathetic. I tried to ignore it to hold onto my sour mood. It felt necessary. Although, I couldnt help the 'good girl' in me as I thanked him when I entered the room. The house itself was old. I wouldnt be surprised if it was last decorated in the 90's. What seemed to be my room was very similar to the rest of the house with the creaking wood floors and pale yellow wallpaper. There was a full sized mattress pressed up against the window, across from that what looked to be a new slim desk, and next to that an almost bare bookcase. The anger began to fade as I took in the small details. I could tell he tried. No doubt that the furniture itself was new, and probably was expensive for someone living on a teachers salary. In the bookcase was a small heart shaped salt lamp and a couple of new books. I imaged this tall awkward man inside of a mall, looking lost and unsure what to get his niece but wanting her to feel at home. A sales associate probably asked questions about what kind of things I like, and he maybe shrugged and said, "Well shes a girl, and she likes books." He meant well. "I'll uh, let you get situated. Goodnight." Uncle Fred was never one for words. Especially those that contained emotions. I guess we were sort of the same in that aspect as well. He probably could see the sadness seeping in and wanted to give me space. I nodded as a response, not trusting my voice to crack. The moment the door shut with a soft crack, I felt myself fall apart. Angry. I had been so angry. Because anger was better then the betrayal and confusion that had taken over. My mother was the only family I had. I never knew my dad. And Uncle Fred was just that weird family member that you knew about but never really KNEW. I never made many friends and threw myself into books all the time. Even then I kind of knew we were never really close, i suppose. Our personalities were very different. While she was outgoing and assertive, I was more of a wallflower and timid. But I never fought her, never even raised my voice. She was all I had. And she just, just threw me away. I crawled into the foreign bed and allowed myself to silently cry into the purple pillowcase. I felt broken and raw, trying to make sense of it all. My body curled into itself as the sobs shook me from the inside. I cried myself to sleep that night, unsure what life was going to throw at me next. If only I had known...