Jessica
Phone ringing …
“Who the hell is this!” I said to myself because I hate it when someone tries to disturb me when I'm busy thinking.
I pick up my phone to see who is calling, it is my dearest mother again. Wonder what that woman wants from me, as I remember how she disowned and left me when I was five years old because she caught me sucking one of my father's prisoners' blood.
“Jessica! What are you doing?” My mother glances at me with shock, holding her chest.
“I'm sorry Mom, I just feel tasty for blood, please forgive me” The little old me said to my mother with blood dropping from my mouth.
But instead, she shouted at me and said I must never come near her again, and she dispersed me. My mother walked away from me. I have to run to my father in his room and cry in front of
