Those unspoken words
Ryan is a guy who is sick of his parents absuing him over being gay. Next minute there dead. Is a vampire? He says his a vampire but is he really? Mitch a vampire? A gay vampire? Who knows. But all we know is that Ryan is sick and tired of his parents abusing him.
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â€œRyan,â€ I heard an all-too familiar voice call as soon as the door opened slightly. â€œCome in here. And hurry, you stupid emo.â€ My â€œfatherâ€ spat.
I shook my head no, running up the stairs and locking it and pushing my dresser in front of the door. I heard his footsteps pounding heavily against the stairs as he ran after me. No. he canâ€™t get me. Iâ€™ll pack my stuff, and leave. He wonâ€™t be able to get in before I get at least a mile away. I thought to myself, quickly emptying the contents of my backpack on the floor, replacing them with shirts, skinny jeans, socks, a brush, underwear, my beanie and an extra pair of converse. I was trying to open the window when I heard a scream from down stairs. It was my mum. After her scream there was a loud shooting sound, followed by my father screaming multiple words of profanity at whoever must have entered the house. There was another loud shooting sound, cutting off my fatherâ€™s screaming. There was loud footstepsâ€™ getting closer and closer to my room, with every sound of the personâ€™s step, my heart started to beat louder and faster. I stood there, unable to move from shock, as my door was kicked open, pretty much breaking my dresser in half. Standing there in my doorway was a boy who looked about my age, with blood dripping from his mouth, covering up his lip ring and running down his pale face. Blood was also dripping from his black hair. His crystal blue eyes were full of anger, hate and hunger. He wasnâ€™t that bad lookingâ€¦but he was going to kill me now so yeah. He rose the gun and aimed for my head, pulling the trigger, and somehow, I fell back just in time not to be hit. He growled and walked over to me, cocking the gun again and aiming for my forehead. I braced for the end when he was about to shoot again, when his expression softened. He looked at me with confusion first, then understanding.
â€œYouâ€™re not afraid are you,â€ he mumbled. â€œYouâ€™re not afraid to die.â€ I only shook my head, wondering why he wasnâ€™t shooting me. Iâ€™d rather he do that then leave me here alive. He sighed and sat down on my bed. I looked at him in confusion, only for him to sigh again. â€œSo whatâ€™s your name?â€ He asked. I just made a motion moving from the left corner of my lips to the right, acting like I was zipping them together. â€œYouâ€™re mute eh? Then write it down on this, â€œHe said, handing me a notepad and a marker from my bedside table.
Ryan. I wrote.
â€œRyanâ€¦ thatâ€™s a nice name,â€ He said with a smile. â€œWell Ryan Iâ€™m here to save you.â€
â€œWill you please just talk? I shook my head.
â€œYet, eh? Well, before I save you, â€œconfused lookâ€ and keep you from an orphanage,â€ he said, raising his eyebrow. I nodded in understanding. â€œThereâ€™s something you got to know.â€ He sighed and looked at me with a lost and confused expression. â€œIâ€™m a vampire. A REAL vampire.â€ He said opening his mouth, showing me his sharp, razor-like-fangs. I nodded. â€œYou believe me, Ryan? You really do?â€ he asked, clearly confused.
Well yeah. Unless you give me a reason not to. Wait, whatâ€™s your name?
â€œMitch,â€ he answered.
I smiled when he extended a hand out to help me up. â€œRyan,â€ he whispered softly. â€œI donâ€™t know how badly these homophobic freaks treated you, but I will treat you better. I swear.â€ With that I nodded and grabbed my bag, heading out to his car. This is the beginning of my new life I guess.