He couldn't stop stareing at his reflection "What am I? who am I...?" he asked himself looking at the black wings on his back, he took hold of his wings ripping them off violently howling in pain, massive amounts of blood were gushing from his back he began feeling weak soon falling to the ground into the puddle of muddy water he layed there lifeless he had completely दिया up, he slowly faded out of consciousness as his blood slowly filled the muddy puddle he started to laugh feeling the madness took over his mind, he rolled over to look at the star's once और before he was completely dead from blood, he then heard a voice in the distance "Oh no are आप okay?" कहा a women about 16 year's of age running to help him, he laughed even और as if he wanted to die he completely blacked out only hearing the women's voice once और "Please hang in there everything is going to be okay." कहा the women softly, soon light's started to burn bright as he awoke. Five men stood above him as they picked him up carrying him to a cart, he was on his way to the doctor looking up at the tree's passing द्वारा as the headed down the सड़क, स्ट्रीट he couldn't help but cry a little as if he were noticeing nature's beauty for the first time, "You're losing a lot of blood, we need to hurry." the women कहा looking at the hero's wounds then quickly turnning to the man driving the गाड़ी speaking in whispers, both of them looked back at the hero with a confused look on their face's they kept whispering, soon reaching the docter's house they picked him up द्वारा his shoulder's walking him to the docter's घर with his feet dragging the ground he felt helpless and some how had a bad feeling about examining him, the women knocked on the door gently a friendly old man answered the door "Yes, what can I do for you?" he asked the women kindly "Docter we have a injured man that need's you're attention quickly!" she replied with a worried tone, the old man looked over at him "Alright bring him in I will see what I can do." कहा the man as he went back inside. They layed him down on the तालिका, टेबल examining his wound's seeming as if an animal had shredded his back to pieces "This is bad if we don't bandage these up he will surely bleed to death." कहा the old man as he went to his medicine cabnint searching with great haste, the women was waiting outside the room "Who is this man?" she thought to herself as a man in a black बरसती, लबादा approached her silently "Mam I have those report's आप asked for." replied the cloaked man as he walked off अभिनय like nothing happened "Ah yes now I can find out just who this man is." she कहा to herself opening the रिपोर्ट slowly, she stood there पढ़ना the रिपोर्ट from what she could see he was a normal person "Hmm.. I thought for sure he was..... I guess I am just imagining things." she laughed as she sat back down. As night turned to दिन it seemed the hero would never wake up they were loseing hope untill he twitched slightly smelling a hint of सूअर का मांस, बेकन comeing from the docter's रसोई, रसोईघर "Hu...huh? what's that smell?" he asked sniffing around a little the women from last night walked in the room "Why that my dear boy is bacon." she replied giggleing slightly, the hero's eye's opened quickly sitting up with great haste he kept sniffing the air "I can't put my finger on it but I have felt like I have smelled this before." he कहा trying to get up out of बिस्तर "No no आप have to stay in bed." replied the women helping him back into बिस्तर "... fine." replied the hero with a frustrated face, laying back down he felt a sharp pain coeming from his back side "AH! what the hell!" he yelped in pain "Oh which bring's me to ask आप how did आप get those scar's on you're back?" she asked as she raised his कमीज, शर्ट looking at them "Oh.... I really don't know myself.... kinda like a blur." He replied as he thought to himself "If I tell her what really happened she would know I'm a monster." thinking to himself as he reached back and felt his scar's jumping slightly from them still being freshly sewn up.
This is a story; my story. I am Damien Cole Demidov. My grandparents are full-blooded Russian. I am twenty-one years old, and I’ve been locked up in an asylum for four years.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
I have black hair about four inches from my shoulders. I am vampire pale. I have crystal blue eyes. I’m 5’9’’.
I have met many a person in my time. Maybe you’ll meet some of the throughout the story.
Anywho, I live in the U.S. now, shipped over with my mom when I was twelve. I live in New York City at the moment. My mom is back in Russia with my father, and grandparents.
Now, let’s see what’s in store for us.
"It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right."
I can still remember the disappointment in those hazel eyes the moment I told him I was leaving. I couldn't stay - I had no choice. I still can't decide whether it hurt और to leave him, या to know I had been the one who caused the pain. What was I supposed to do? This child needed guidance and protection now और than ever, and I couldn't help him. For so long I had been the one to console him - make him feel सुरक्षित - and it was coming to an end. It was... the rule.
"I need to go away, Alex. It's what imaginary फ्रेंड्स do....
