World Of A Young Girl

  ⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ Sensitive photos and text. Stay away if you're too feeble-minded.  --------------- Blood be upon your accursed competition! Blood be upon brilliant career! Blood be upon you all! To over-ambitious humans. A vampire? Bloodthirsty thing? You are sad, you are in pain, and you cry. You are blessed.  Because your tears don't bear any stigma. They make you human, if only a trifle weak. What if each and everybody directs at you For your tears? What if your own pearl-drops tarnish you?  What if your inner You too surrenders To accept them as your own fault?  What if a helpless You make them pity Only to mock you from behind later? This is when blood replaces tears. More colorful, the ruby-lumps are Much stronger a liquor.  And you can still smile, if only a facade.  They appreciate the appearance of happy and strong You.  They badge you a warrior, beneath that, a loser. You yourself have accepted that.  Yes. I am a vampire, a...

Everyone today thinks of it as a dream place. A place almost everybody knows as a place where all wishes come true. Still, I can't help but smile at them, smile at their blessed ignorance. Because I know the hellish truth about it. I know what a terrible, dangerous, dark place it is. And I again feel what a mercy it is not to know about some things— because not everything on this Earth is for everyone, and it is better to stay ignorant of some things. When I first completed the necessary processes, I couldn't help feeling something on my back, because I couldn't forget the vile things people spoke about the place. Still, suppressed excitement won over that natural alarm, and I felt too confident to keep myself safe from bad things.  The first few days went well. I used to go and spend quite some time there. I met several new people, who were all nice and friendly. I always tried to prove myself and quite succeeded in that— in no time at all I got a bunch of good friends who...