Skeletons in the Closet, faze1315 Yeahright [best romantic books to read .TXT] 📗

the child’s experience. But I promise it was for a good reason.
If you are getting this letter than me and you’re farther is dead.
This letter is for your eyes only and no one else. After reading please burn or dump this letter.
You are our third child and that should mean you should be the weakest out of the three of all of us. But from the beginning there was something different about you. You always had the hypnotizing eyes and got me and your father to get you things.
The reason I am writing you this letter is because we learned that you got a disease inside you. It doesn’t affect you in anyway, but infuse it with someone else’s blood can cause them to burn inside out.
Me and your father has been trying to find a way to get it out of you since you been born, but instead we found many different way to kill people.
We have been moving you from town to town because there is people out there that would kill for your blood. Please be careful.
Love. Mother.
I pushed away from the bed and dug into my desk drawer and pulled out a lighter. Most nights I pull this lighter out and hold my hand over it. My skin would melt or turn a crispy black, but by the next morning it was like nothing has ever happened. I am a walking disease?
The paper was over the flame for a while before the fire crawled over the words. Tears rolled down my face as I watched love mother burn into a black smudge. I waited till the paper was ashes before stomping out the flames.
I sat back down on the bed and pulled out a small box. I timidly opened it to find a row of bottles, all full of my blood. I picked one up and read the little label. “Rots.” I picked another one up, “Black plague.” I slowly put each bottle back and closed the lid.
A loose floor board came up with a couple of tugs and I laid the box in there. There has to be a reason they would send this to me. I went back to the box and pulled out my mother’s old bracelet. I slid it onto my wrist and pushed the little charm. Two little needles pinched my skin and drew blood.
A knock at the door signaled Trina before she walked in. “Sorry for disturbing you, but I need your help.”
“Sure. I will be down in a minute.” I wait till she closed the door before picking up the last thing. A picture of my mother holding Bella and Justin on top of my father’s shoulders. I was in the background playing with a rock. I wanted to laugh, but tears brimmed my eyes instead. I was a loner even as a child.
Later that night I was in the forest looking for dinner. I ate regular people food, but my demon, I decided to call her Zila meaning a shadow, cried out in hunger. I could feel Zila crawl out her home inside me and took over my body. It felt like you were being pushed into water at first and you couldn’t breathe, but after a while you realize you could still breathe.
Zila didn’t spend much time looking at flowers or reading books. She was a monster from hell and the only reason she needed me was to get some blood. I was her puppet at night, her middle man, the only thing that lets her get what she was made for.
When you are young you learn to accept it or be destroyed. You learn that not every demon has a human, but every human has a demon. Most demons don’t bother their humans because most humans are too weak to stand the power of demons. That is also the reason why every person had a guardian angel. To watch out for demons.
Sadly when you are have a bloodline of half demons like my family, most angels give up or too scared to come near us.
In the forest there is a lot of blood to drink and shadows to hide. A perfect place for demons to run around and grab their next meal. Most demons prefer the blood of humans, but when humans start dying in a small town, everyone points their fingers at the newbies. Even demons know logic when it pokes them in the eye, so instead we chase after deer or bears.
I watched inside my body like a movie. It was strange watching you move or pick up things, but not commanding yourself to do so.
I watched as Zila hid behind a rock and listen for deer to drink from the puddles. She slowly crept around, keeping her head low. Then in one quick flash she snapped the neck of the closest deer and rip out its stomach. I wanted to close my eyes, but couldn’t. I watch as she pulled away the skin, enjoying the sound of skin ripping and slowly sucked the blood out of the poor deer.
After hours of hunting and the sun slowly peeking out over the trees, I demanded to have control over my body again. I was pulled out of the water and had control to do as I wanted. So I decided to head back to the house and scrub the blood from my hair. Zila needs to start wearing bibs or something because I couldn’t keep getting new clothes every week. Chapter Three

I closed my locker and walked into my second period class. It was the easiest class, in the history of the world. The teacher didn’t give a crap what we did, so we got to play online or watch movies. The only test we had to do was show we knew how to turn on the computer.
I sat down in the computer I sat in yesterday and logged in. I went to this one website where you could do computer imaging. You could create people or things you see in video games or in commercials and upload them to the website. Sometimes there are contests or people could like your stuff. I often go on and have gotten better over the years.
“You’re in my seat,” a voice came from behind me. It was low and dark.
“I don’t see your name on it,” I snapped and kept working on the shading on my dragon. Yesterday I took a picture of the dragon I drew in my third period class and I went online last night before hunting. Now I am uploading the picture and putting details on.
“Well, just because you didn’t see it, doesn’t mean it isn’t there.” I turned around and nearly started trembling with desire. I was met with the greenest eyes I have ever seen and they were shadowed by brown locks of beautiful hair. He pointed to the back of the chair and I looked down to see CB scratched in the seat.
“I am sorry, here let me move,” I got up and picked up the chair. I shoved the chair in his chest and pulled the chair next to me closer. “There that solves that problem.” I sat back down and started working on George, the dragon.
I heard a deep chuckle and CB placed the chair next to me. “I haven’t seen you before, are you new?”
“I was new yesterday.”
“Damn, I decided to skip school and miss the arrival of a beauty.” I look over to him and smiled. “I’m Casey.”
I shook my head and turned back to the computer screen. I tried getting back to work, but my eyes drifted towards Casey. He was staring at me with the smirk on his face. “Will you stop staring at me?”
“Sorry, it is too hard to stop.” He smile grew by the slightest and he flipped the hair out of his face.
“You really should stop that.”
“Why?”
I turned my whole body towards him, “Don’t you have a girlfriend?”
“Why would you say that?”
I rolled my eyes, “By the build of your body and how many girls have been staring at you since you walked in, you are in football. You are not wearing one scrape of that aero and finch crap, so you don’t like being a part of the crowd. You are a linebacker or whatever you call it.” I smirked at how his mouth is agape. “Did I miss anything?”
The bell rung over my head and I quickly logged off and grabbed my backpack off the floor.
I quickly shoved my way through the crowds to get away from Casey who pushed against the crowd to get to me. I wanted him to get close to me, to grab me in his arms and walk out of the school together. I wanted him. That is the reason I am running from him. I haven’t felt this way about a human for so long, and the last time it happened nothing good came out of it, but the poor boy’s blood.
Casey grabbed my arm and turned me around, “I didn’t catch your name.”
“That is because I didn’t give it to you,” I shook the warmth of his touch away and ran to my third period class. I didn’t stop until I was in my desk next to James. “How is it going sexy,” I pulled out the pencil he gave me and a notebook.
“I see you brought your supplies.”
“Sadly, I was really hoping to steal all of you supplies by the end of the month.”
“I am not surprised,” he let a smile slip out and he turned to the front of the classroom. His hair was tousled everywhere and his shirt was tucked and not tucked.
I turned to the front of the class when the bell rung and stared at Mr. Bounty when he walked in. He only glanced at me and I could see the sweat prickle down his forehead. I forced some power into my eyes and stared through his forehead. I drilled my eyes into his and waited till he turned around before I smiled.
I started to draw a black rose in the midst of a forest. It stood proud, but very lonely. Behind it a white light glowed. It looked like it was forming a face, but not there yet.
When the bell rung I gave Mr. Bounty my drawing after a took a picture of it, “Is there something wrong?”
“N-N-Not at all. It is v-very lovely,” he snatched it out of my hands. “Um A plus.” He turned away and swiped at his brow.
I walked out of the classroom with James by my side, “Are you blackmailing the teacher?”
“What kind of question