When I was a little girl, I used to wish I was a vampire. The idea of having to feed off of blood was what stopped me from thinking about those things. I didn’t want all that, but I wanted to live an immortal life. I would’ve done anything for immortality. I’m convinced my mind wasn’t that of a normal child. Then again, the things I lived probably triggered me to want the kind of strength those vampires had. I wanted to be stronger than the humans that threatened those who couldn’t defend themselves.
Instead, I lived in a city where people would turn into some kind of zombie and eat human flesh while high on some kind of drug.
I swear, I try not to laugh, but I can’t help the dry chuckle that escapes at the ridiculousness of it all. Then, I wonder why those people would take that drug. H
