The Diary of A Vampire Vol. 2

The second diary of a vampire the first one is Dairy of a vampire without the Vol. 2 on it. It had somewhere close to 100 chapters so I started a new one.


29. Entry 29; Sat Oct 14, 2017

Bleeding meat has been on the counter for three days now. I don't know what game my family is playing at but I am getting hunger and hunger. It feels like my stomach is tearing at the inside for it. I see it I get in a state that I don't really want to say. It hurts when I have to walk away from it. I don't know how much longer I can last with this. I want them to use it tonight and make me a bloody steak. One that is not completely done but brown on the outside. Ohhhh just the sound of it makes my fangs ache and stomach growl. I need to feed. I haven't been taking care of myself. I was told to eat for the next four years after my turn but I can't seem to stomach any food. I don't know how someone would do that. It seems more and more likely that I was born one but the vampire blood helped speed up the process of getting into vampire life. What is not good though, is that I haven't seen the one who claimed to turn me in months. I have to find all of this out by myself. I am having zero luck on it and my friend isn't really helping. But that is okay. I have a lot to deal with him more than me so I am happy to help with his problems more. 

Oh, one more thing. I... I hear voices. OKay, I  have said it. It is true now. The voices have become friends. One is a therapist. Helping me with everything I do and analyzing everything. One is a demon who likes to whisper words into my ear and I want to do them. The third one would be someone nice. Telling me what would happen if I did the things the demon whispered. And the fourth one. Well, I don't have a name for him yet. He is me? I guess. I don't know for sure but he sounds like me before I was turned and then you have the one that is so horrible that looks at people and wants to know what color there lower intestines look like. I have also been seeing things out of the corner of my eyes. People dressed in white or black. No in between. I look over, not there. I am sure that that one has happened to other people but I thought that someone should know before someone comes and takes me into a nut house. My fear going into a nut house. What is really bad though is that at night I could stare at them all-night-long. And they wouldn't move or do anything but stare right back. I don't know what to do. Plus I am drawing the sword again and this time I have finished the sword. Meaning it is MINE now and I don't understand why. 

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