July 7

 

^{I had that dream again, the one where this man saves my life, this time I'm cutting my wrists. It's always the same guy though, tall, pale, golden hair. He seems like the kind of guy who would only love himself. Why would he save me? It's not like anyone else cares. Let's hope not to meet him in person.}

^Snow

           

^{I place down my notebook, in my notebook, I think I loved him. There is something wrong with me, I take a deep breath. It's only a dream, no matter how I feel about him. His hair, golden, long, beautiful. His eyes were a sparkling emerald green, he was pale, but it looked good on him. His was fit, I could see muscles through his shirt. He was about two or three years older. Why him?}

^{I sigh, tomorrow is my Mom's birthday, I need to go shopping. I get off my bed and go to my closet. What should I wear? Black short-sleeve with gray pants two sizes too big? Or the red tank-top with the black skinny-jeans? Do I want attention? Do I ever? I put on the gray pants, and the red tank-top. I brush my hair, black with purple and blue streaks, short and choppy. My eyebrow is pierced. I smile, showing sharp incisors. I put black eye-liner over my gray eyes.}

^{I grab my black-and-white striped fingerless groves and walk out into the bright living room.}

^{“Mother, why is it so bright?” I shield my eyes with my hand.}

^{“Well, Snow, I like the light.” My mom smiled, she had white-blonde hair, I used to have the same color, but I hate white. She also had bright blue eyes, and pale skin. Everything about her is bright, unlike me.}

^{“I'm going into town, you need anything?” I ask, I walk towards the door, grabbing my black-studded jacket.}

^{“Nothing I can think of. Have fun.” She gives me a bigger smile.}

^{I nod and walk out, into the even brighter summer sun. I get into my car and drive towards the mall.}

^{On the way there, I pass this convertible, in it was the guy from my dreams! I try my best to ignore him, I can feel my self blush. He speeds away. I let go a big breath of air.}

^{I make it to the mall, and park my car as far from anyone else as possible, I walk all the way to the door.}

^{There are way too many people here, I walk straight to the bath stuff store, mom's favorite is, cucumber melon, great, they barely make those anymore. Oh well, it's worth it to tell her I still care.}

^{After searching for ten minutes, this random guy walks up to me.}

^{“Hey, can I have your number?” I look at him, Brown hair, curly mess on his head, brown eyes, freckles, tan skin, maybe sixteen, maybe younger, wearing areopostal.}

^{“No.” I turn back to look at the bath supplies, there it is, cucumber melon, very cheap too. I pick it up and head to go pay for it, brown hair follows me.}

^{“Come on, Babe, your hot!” I turn to look at him.}

^{“You're not my type.” I glare at him. Brown hair turns around and walks away.}

^{I walk out of the store, I have some extra money to get me a new jacket. The guy from my dreams is standing against the wall, staring at me. Brown hair is standing next to him. Dream guy walks up to me.}

^{“What do you want?” I demand, trying to ignore the pounding in my heart.}

^{“My name is Dakotah, what's yours?” He flashes a perfect smile.}

^{“Snow.” I stare up at those green eyes.}

^{“Well, Snow, can my friend have your number?”}

^“No.”

^{“Can I have your number?”}

^{I hesitate, do I really want a guy like him, “No.”}

^{“Snow, Babe, come on, my friend really likes you.” He waves his hand towards brown hair.}

^{“Dakotah, just give up, she'll never like you- I-I mean me.” I look at brown hair, Dakotah likes me? Great.}

^{“Erik! I swear I'll murder you!” Dakotah yells at brown hair, Erik, I guess, but his gaze was stuck on me.}

^{I laugh, “Well, Dakotah, I might think about giving you my number if you treat me to lunch.”}

^{Dakotah smiles, flashing those perfect teeth again, I flash my incisors.}

^{“So, you're a real vampire right?” Dakotah asks.}

^{“Vampires don't exist.” I inform him.}

^{“But, those books I read, about the girl falling in love with a vampire, they aren't real?” Is he really that stupid?}

^{“That's why they're called 'fiction.'” I roll my eyes, I try to turn and walk away, he just isn't worth it, but he grabs my arm.}

^{“Snow, Babe, What happen to lunch?” I looked at him, he looked hurt, great.}

^{I roll my eyes “Fine and don't call me Babe.”}

^{Dakotah holds out his hand, I ignore it and walk towards the food court. Dakotah follows, I guess I hurt him more. Oh well, we live in different worlds.}

^{I got a salad, as healthy as I could get in this terrible food court, Dakotah, got the greasiest thing I have ever seen. It had bacon, meat, cheese, barbecue sauce, and two greasy buns, and no vegetables.}

^{Dakotah takes a bite, I stare at him in pure disgust, a small bit of the barbecue sauce falls on the table, Dakotah rubs his finger on it and licks it. I put my fork down, he's disgusting.}

^{With sauce all over his face, Dakotah talks, “Are you okay.” I caught a glimpse of the chewed up food.}

^{“Uh, no.” I look at Erik, he was sitting to my right, he couldn't afford food, and Dakotah refused to pay for him. He was starring at my salad, I push it towards him, he digs right in.}

^{I look back at Dakotah, he gave me another hurt look, than takes another bite of his 'burger', is this really the guy from my dreams?}

^{“So, why me?” I ask, “I mean, there are a lot of girls here, most prettier than me.”}

^{“It might sound crazy, but, I just had a feeling, that we were meant to be.” He puts his filthy hand over mine, I pull it away. I take out some hand-sanitizer and sanitize my hands.}

^{“You say that to all the girls don't you?” I say as I rub my hands, a little gets on my wrist, it burns, I tried to ignore it, but I pull down my jacket sleeve, showing yesterday’s cuts.}

^{“No, he doesn't” Erik says, he's staring at my wrist, Italian dressing on his face.}

^{I look at Dakotah, he doesn't notice the cuts, I pull my sleeve back, and pretend nothing happen. I need to talk to Erik.}

^{“Yeah, Snow, I don't., you are just, I don't know, special.” Dakotah takes another bite of his mess.}

^{“Hey Erik, can I talk to you real quick?” I ask, Erik nods. We walk away from Dakotah}

^{“So, don't tell Dakotah, okay?” I pull my sleeves back.}

^{“Sure, Snow.” Erik nods and starts to walk back towards the table, I follow.}

^{“So, Erik, you stealing my girl?” He smiles.}

^{“No way, Dude, you can have her.” Erik sits back in his seat.}

^{I smile at Dakotah, his eyes sparkled.}

^{“So, Snow, can I have your number?”}

^{I write my number on a napkin, when I gave it to him, terror struck through my body, why did I do that? Oh well, I'm happy, I don't know why, but I won't create more scars tonight.}