My teeth kill so badly but there is nothing I can do about it. Drake tells me that when my mouth adjusts to my fangs then it won't hurt anymore. He has been so helpful. I was wary of him at first, and although I still am wary of him now I am getting used to him. He has taught me so much already, but he says that there is still so much to learn. I don't understand why it is so much work. Plus he still won't tell me how I became the way I am.
I know that he knows how I became like this. I can see it in the way his eyes dart from left to right when I bring it up. But yet he still won't tell me. I don't know why he won't talk to me about it. I am not the same person as I was back then, so finding out what happened won't upset me. I guess it must have been pretty bad, otherwise he would just tell me, but what could be that bad?
I may be a monster but I'm still human, right? I mean I can't have changed species, right? Oh, forget it, I'm not going to worry about it.
I can see him right now, he's sitting right on the edge of the roof, the wind silently blowing through his hair. I have never really noticed how great he looks. His muscles are positioned in all the right places and his jaw fits perfectly into place. His eyes shine so brightly when he laughs or even smiles, which is very rarely. I really like the way his cheek bones rise and fall with every word he utters from his perfectly shaped mouth.
Wait, what am I saying? I have never thought of anybody the way I am thinking now. Besides, I barely know him. He is strange, and way too serious. Plus, he always frowns when I talk. How could anyone possibly be nice to someone like that? I want him to be my friend but nothing more, yet whenever he's around I can't help but notice how perfect he is.
He turns to look at me and I blush. Did he notice that I was staring? I hope not. As least he cannot read my thoughts. I would die of embarrassment if he could. He is staring at me with a serious look on his face, as per usual. God I just wish that he would lighten up for once.
I've finally decided what I must do. I'm going to ask him, or beg him, to tell me what he knows about how I became this way. I just hope he agrees to tell me. I stand up and head towards him.