Diana's POV:

I flutter my eyelids open and I close them quickly, coming to face with the sunlight shining through the window. I groan annoyed, turning the other way but while tossing, I feel a weird fabric on both of my hands. I look down and there's bandages and red spots that seeped through them. My blood? I sit up and I jump a bit traumatized from a figure sitting down on my chair across from me.

Xavier.

He's sleeping, his head hung low and his lips parted a bit with his dark hair over his forehead. His arms are crossed over his chest and I can't help but smile. He looked so cute sleeping like that. I rethink about what happen last night and I remember it all. Madison is dead and I went all crazy on myself. Then Xavier helped me when he saw me injured. He helped me? I slowly swift on my feet and I let out a long stretch. I walk passed him as I head into the bathroom. I gasp at the horror in the sink, specks on my blood still in there and bits of glass. I look straight ahead and there was no mirror. I shut the door silently as I do my business and I brush my teeth. I clean the sink after using it so there was no more mess than I took off the bandages. I look down at my hands and pieces of flesh were gone with showed pinkness from my inside flesh. I gag at looking at it and it stings with I bring it under the faucet.

I examine my hands to check if there was any glass in my flesh but luckily there was none that I saw. I wipe my hands lightly with a towel and I head back out, moving them around freely so I can a handle the pain. Xavier is still sleeping so I go up to him and I bent down to be his height. My lips are pulled back into a smile again while I watch him sleep. He looks so peaceful and it's adorable. I can't help it but bring my fingers up and touch his cheek. It's a little rough because it seems like he didn't shave yet. I skim my fingers down to his jawline and suddenly I hear him take a deep breath.

"Are you done yet?" He mutters, his eyes still closed while I feel my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. I pull away quickly, getting up and walking back to my bed. I sit down on it, crossing my legs together and playing with pajamas pants. He narrows his eyes to me and lifts his head up, grinning at me.

"Sorry, I-"

"No it's fine, I was awake the whole time." He cuts me off while getting up and stretching. He yawns and runs his hand through his hair, making it move away from his forehead. I look away while sighing and I hear him come towards me.

"Is everything okay?"

"Not really, my best friend is dead and I apologize about last night." I say and the bed weighs down from Xavier sitting on it. He licks his lips and sits across from me, eye contact.

"Don't worry about it, things happen." I swallow, thinking if I should really tell him. The reason why I went all out last night.

"But it wasn't normal what I did." I confess and he grins at me, his blue eyes relaxing me.

"I feel like this is something about that poem you wrote in school." I purse my lips into a thin line and I nod.

"Kind of."

"Well, I did say that I have time to listen to the story so I think now is the best." Xavier replies back and I lick my lips in anxiety. I feel like he is going to freak out.

"It happened three years ago, when I was fourteen. I was suppose to have a baby sister, my mom was six months pregnant with her. We already picked out a name for her... Lily. To be honest, I was a wild child back then. I was stubborn and I would get whatever I wanted. One night I went over my friends house and it was a group of us and they thought it was funny to try alcohol. I didn't want to so I called my mom up so she can pick me up because they were getting out of hand. Also my friend thought it'd be funny to call up some of these vampires to hang out with but the only thing they wanted to do with get us drunk and feed on us." I pause and I let out a chuckle so I don't cry. Xavier clenches his jaw and watches me with guilt in his eyes.

"Anyways, we all were hanging out on the streets and stuff and a car was speeding down. A vampire was playing about with me and I pushed him but he grabbed me and threw me in the middle of the street. The car was ready to hit me but swerves out of the way and hits a telephone pole. I look at it while everyone runs off in fright and I realized that it was my mothers car."

"Don't tell me what you are going to say." Xavier speaks up and my throat grows a lump.

"The baby died. My sister died. She was send in the hospital but it was too late and they had to get her out. My mom wouldn't talk to anyone for months and it kind of ruined my parents relationship. I wasn't myself either. I blamed myself for losing my sister for the whole year and I would write poems about losing hope and death. That was my only option, I thought. It was my fault and nothing will be the same. I have a safe in my room full with journals about how I would wake up everyday and cry. I wouldn't want to go out and only stay in my room and listen to music and cry. Cry, cry, and cry. I would stay in the shower for hours to sooth myself but my head wasn't with my body. It was telling me that my parents hate me and they always will. For a year, I was suffering depression. I wouldn't talk to anyone except Madison, students called me mute in school. Vampires told me that I should die." I pause to take a deep breath.

"Eventually, my mother was back to her best side, talking and enjoying life like nothing happen. The baby was never brought up since the weeks of the accident. No one would say anything and my mother would refer to me as her best child. It hurt me so one night, I wrote a suicide letter and I left my house. I walked to the street the accident took place and I waited till a car drove by so I can get hit. Until something hit me mentally in the face and I took a step off of the street. I didn't want to die. So I burned my letter and erased everything. My life changed after that year, everything went back to normal. I was fine until now..." I finally finish and Xavier is staring at me silently.

"I'm sorry, Diana."

"It's fine, it already happened."

"No, I'm sorry about me being horrible towards you. I bet you hate me, you wish you can leave. I'm mean to you, I torture you, I ignore you. I'm sorry." I open my mouth to talk but nothing comes out, the only thing I can do is something physical.

I lean towards him and I wrap my arms around him into a hug, my head resting on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart.

~I love them so much!

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