Nightmare's Revenge [BoyxBoy] ON HOLD!!!!

I let out a low groan as I rolled around on my king-sized bed in my over-sized bedroom. I was so bored!!! There was nothing to do when you live in a shit hole like my town. The neighbors were crazy and the weather was always the same. Cloudy and bleak. Looking like the sky was going to break down into tears. I let out another groan followed by a sigh. Being a teenage vampire really sucks, especially when you were exactly three hundred year old emo kid trapped forever in his glorified eighteen year old body. Everything in my life sucks. Pun intended. My parents are the kind of snobs that people thought it would be better for everyone if they just ended up dead. Secretly, I agree with them. They never understand me. Especially since they found out I was gay. They were strong anti-gay socialist that believed that it was evil to have strong feeling for someone of the same gender. Whatever. The only way for me to get away from their constant bitchy behavior is to lock myself in my room at all costs. The only two things I love about my life are my room and my best friend, Kristoffer. I'll just start with my room.

My room is the best out of the whole house. The walls are painted jet black with all my favorite bands posted everywhere. Everything in my room are my favorite colors. Ranging from midnight blue swivel chair to my  favorite bloodred hoodie hanging off of it. My iPhone sits on my black bedside table along with my digital clock, lamp and a stack of my favorite horror stories. Sitting underneath my desk (which is across from my bed) was a mini fridge stuffed with blood bags for nightly feeding. My black curtains with bat designs were always drawn closed so the sun was no longer a problem. the bathroom was built to the right of my room and my ginormous walk in closet also painted in a deep eggplant purple, holding my band tees and skinny jeans. Finally, my closed and locked door sat on the far left end of my room. The only thing that separates me away from the world.

I remembered that I mentioned that I had two things that I love in my life. The other was my best friends Kristoffer. Kristoffer is the only thing I have worth living for. He and I were always close friends and we did almost everything together. Except take a shower together. He was the only one to fully accept me for being gay. Turns out he's bi. Lucky me. Every girl at our school waits for him on hand and knee. He was probably the best looking guy at school. He had the most perfect face with the most gorgeous black hair with bangs that covered his eyes. But what I loved most about him were his brilliant bright blue eyes. They always had a bright sparkle when he laughed or smiled. Just looking into those eyes just makes my days better.  He is the only in my life worth living for. If it weren't for him, I would have killed myself those many years ago. I closed my eyes as I felt myself flashing back.

It was a couple of years back after I came back from another crap day of school. Not that the days were different. but this one was an exceptionally bad day. I had manged to be shoved into locker over hundreds of times in just that day and finally ended up with my head in the toilet. One of the jerks held my head down while the other went through my bag, scattering the thousands of papers I had received that day. After they were done with me, they ran out the door, leaving me silently sobbing and shaking. I picked my self up as I ran my pale hand through my soggy jet black hair. My lungs felt sore from the lack of air and my throat was felt as if it were on fire. After picking my stuff, I silently walked back to my house and locked myself in my room and starting sobbing uncontrollably.  After I finally seem to run out of tears, I had finally decided to end my life. My body was already sore for the beating I recieved. Wiping my swollen red eyes, I reached for my razor blade and head outside. This was the first time I had actually exposed myself to the world for them to watch me die. I had already tried it in my room but I had gotten interrupted so many times that I wanted to go anywhere else. I finally settled down under an old willow tree as I slowly raised the blade with my right hand. I squeezed my eyes tightly at the first wave of pain flashed up my entire body. Blood ran down from my wrist onto the ground, the scent already intoxicating the air. My fangs were fully extended but I ignored them and tried to continue. I was about to start on my other wrist when I heard a low voice call out.