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Uncomfortable realities

I walked through the living room stealthily and made my way to my parents' bedroom, watched them sleeping soundly, arms stretched above their heads and mouths half open. I mused for a moment that I would be floating in their deepest dream world and if it ever crossed their finite minds that their son was a soulless beast .

Suddenly I stepped back for a moment into the living room and sat down on the couch, placed one of my hands on my hundred and the images of that monstrosity that happened to me in the forest flooded my head with a crash. The image of the man I had met mysteriously in the forest, and who had then infused me with the deepest of pain, echoed loudly, making my acute senses throb. Also in the depths of my subconscious were the words and screams of that policeman I had met in the middle of all this circumstance, and who turned out to be one more victim after all. I think I am the same as that beast that bit me first, he only thought of his pleasure and I also thought the same when I mercilessly murdered that man, without the slightest remorse I buried his body a couple of meters underground and here I am in a more cold and calculating way meditating on it.

The image of the officer's head hanging off the side about to fall off his bloody neck, as he screamed desperately for help in the gloom of the night in the middle of the woods while I stalked him, was frightening enough to have landed me in a mental institution if it had been described to me in a mystery story. But these were not just stories of farmers tired of the long work of planting, this was real, this was my new reality and carrying the weight of a corpse on my shoulders was my punishment.

An emotional turmoil arose inside my mind and then soon after I began to doubt fantasy and reality. And suddenly I remembered the sound of the male voice filtering through my sharp ears , that tenebrous man and his threats , drowned my thought and I thought that maybe I would have to be more careful . He calls himself the prince of vampires, I never imagined there was a hierarchy in that world, but it seems there is, and this man is the boss.

I headed for my room and blinked until my eyes adjusted to the still dark room. I reached over the floral comforter balled up next to me to turn on the lamp next to the bed. I guess my parents haven't noticed I'm home and the right thing to do would be to pretend I'm asleep so as not to raise any suspicion, even though I only spend it meditating in the watches of the night .

It is amazing how after having been away from home for a long time studying, my parents still kept my room intact as if I had never left. The room was still so big and full of furniture. The reflection of the light from her lamp shone in the dressing table mirror in the corner of the room, making the room feel a little brighter. I studied her blurry outline for a moment before looking out the window to estimate the time.

It must be very late at night or very early in the morning, The night still seems black as a wolf's mouth and a light rain patters against the window. The street lamps that lined the driveway of the cabin glowed faintly, like little exhausted suns.

The scene might have been pleasant , had it not been for the stormy images crowding my mind one after another throughout the night. I had heard once that vampires never sleep , that they are just walking corpses , night walkers and that their wings never rest , that they are just soulless predators who think only of drinking human blood . I used to believe that those stories were a bunch of nonsense , but now wearing the skin of a mythical creature and a cold killer , I believe it was all true , this truth tightens my chest and makes me hold my breath every time I think about it . I never thought that the torment of these creatures was such that it still causes me to give up my own life , but at the end of that idea I run into the hypothesis that my life was taken away in an absurd and brutal way , now I only have an erratic existence that I do not know where it will take me .

A long sigh comes out of my dim conscience and is projected in my mouth , and my mind tries to devise a way to face my parents , as it is surely approaching the time of dawn . And with the dawn the irrefutable proof of trying to appear a natural life in front of others , and coexist as if nothing bad had happened to me .

I lifted the heavy comforter off my body and apparently the room seemed to be freezing , but I couldn't feel anything , cold and warmth were no longer something I could discern . I looked down and the pajamas I had decided to put on flowed from my body gracefully , something so simple would not have caught my attention , but now everything simple and human seemed impressive to me . The paradox that no one values what they have until they lose it became tangible at this moment.

The sun had not yet fully broken the dawn , so I can not differentiate what time it is , however I felt watched by an intense gaze from somewhere from one of the trees a couple of meters away , I tried to look carefully in the distance , but it seemed something cold and lonely .

My breathing suddenly quickened , it may be that the fake old man was watching my parents' cabin all night , and if that was the case I must be prepared . I was not prepared to become a vampire , let alone will I be prepared to lose my parents , all in one night .

A strong smell danced lurking in my nose , and I immediately opened my eyes , to realize that the intense gaze I had felt a couple of miles away had moved towards the window , and it was from the dark eyes of that man .

He was standing on the trunk of one of the closest trees lateral to the cabin , my mind traveled quickly like a bolt of intense uncertainty , and then I clenched my jaw with imminent force , waiting to make a defensive counter attack to protect my parents from this evil beast .

" i It's definitely him !"

I muttered to myself , avoiding waking my parents . This is a real nightmare .

How could he vanish for a moment and then lurk there in the darkness of the night? I guess maybe his life is pretty boring, since it seems he only has the sole job of watching over me and my parents . I try to look for answers inside my head to separate reality from fiction, but it's impossible. I also have certain mental gaps to accurately remember the events of a couple of hours ago, in which I had experienced the most absurd things in my life.

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