Broken

Bitten

Me and Hanna jumped up quickly. We looked at eachother. I remembered something. Evan threw rocks at my window. Even before he told me he was a vampire. I instantly felt a rush of hope. Maybe its Evan. Maybe he really does love me and changed his mind. I walk slowly to the window, feeling Hanna's eyes on me. I finally get to the window after seconds later and look down and see. Nothing. No one is there. It was just a tree, scratching the wood of the house. I felt numb all over again. I remembered Hanna was still standing behind me.

I could tell her eyes were still frightened of what was out there. Or what she thought was out there. I slowly turned around with tears pouring out of my eyes. I rush up to Hanna and throw my arms around her crying harder then I ever had. I pulled her down. I pulled all of my pain into her and she tried to calm me like a mother would holding her crying child . "Shh shhh it's ok." That only made me cry harder because I knew she was lying. She was just saying that to calm me down.

After hours of crying my eyes out I fell asleep on Hanna. Hanna just stared at the sealing laying down with one arm around me thinking "What am I going to do?" For once in her life she had no clue.
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I woke up with dried tears on cheek. I could feel the puffiness on my face. Hanna was already awake staring at me with big beautiful blue eyes. I always adored her eyes. I still do. They have that ocean look that you just can't take your eyes off of them. I realized my head was on her chest and i was looking up at her. I finally got up and apologized for crying all night. I just lost it.

After we got ready, which I'm wearing the usual since him left. Sweats and hoodies. Yep. That's it. No makeup. I really don't have the energy to put any on. Not like I usually put on alot anyway. Hanna was already downstairs making me breakfast. She made my favorite......pancackes....i smiled at her when I went down the stairs to find her cooking. But she knew it was a fake smile. Not the one I usual wear when Im actually genuinely happy. But it was good enough for her to smile back at me.

"The place smells good." I say. She laughs at what i say and reply's "It always smells good here." I didn't laugh but I smiled. One of them fake ones. I finish walking down the stairs and sit at the table waiting for her to finish cooking. After 5 minutes and small chit chat, I finally get my pancakes I have been patiently waiting for. Hanna has always been a clean person so she decided to clean my kitchen. "You don't have to clean it. It has always been dirty." She laughs and this and says "That's because no one is ever around." I grown at what she says. Cj use yo always clean the kitchen for everyone. That was just was he always did. He was helpful. We would sit down in the kitchen and help me with me homework when I dont understand something complicated. And then we would always bake cookies throwing flour at eachother. It makes me sad to remember all of those memories that i know will never happen again.

She notices me frowning and says "Sorry I didn't want to make you sad." I nod slowly without her looking at me. She decided to stop cleaning the kitchen when I finish eating my pancakes. I walk out of the house with her and we go to the park. That's when i got a phone call.

Riiiiinnnggg. Riiinnnnggg. I answer the phone. When I shouldn't have. It was the unknown number again. I looked at Hanna and she knew instantly something was about to happen. I answer with the best sweetest  voice possible so he wouldn't dare know that I was scared as heck "Hello, Trina speaking." There was struggling in the background. I got scared. "Enough with that fake stuff. I have your little friend here. It would be such a shame if she died because of you." I got shivers. Hanna heard everything he was saying. She shrieked. I told her to shut up. "What do i have to do for you not to kill her." I looked at Hanna with a finger to my lips. "Be here at Vanilla Drive at 6pm alone or she dies." He hung up the phone before I could get one word out.

That moment I knew someone was going to die.