Costanzo's scar - Predule
Costanzo's scar Author:Maltida
Predule - Born
I looked out of the window pane, the night wind ruffles my baby hair like how my dad does it when I was young. I smiled at the thought of it and stroked my hair gently and rocked back and forth. As my hand moved to the tip of my hair, I can feel the slight prickled feeling of the scar embedded deep into the left side of my neck. The scar I have got a few years back during my 21st birthday. This tiny and ugly mark changed the destiny of my life. Forever and never could I have the chance to redeem the life that I once had.
My name is Anatola. My mom bought me into this world on the 3rd of March 1987 when the chapel clock next to the hospital strike twelve. I believe that I am the first baby to be born on this day. Funnily enough, that is the only thing that I came in first from that day. My mom said that I am an odd baby. I didn’t wail when I came into this horrible, disgusting world. All babies cried their heart when they realize that they have to grow up in such a world. I guess that I just can't be bothered to cry, what's the point of wailing when you seriously have got no choice at all. A baby can't possibly take a knife and stab into his whole fragile heart, can they?
I was born for the second time on 3rd of March 2008 at 3am in the wee morning. It was my 21st birthday. This time, I have no idea who bought me into this old identical boring world again. The countdown party bash held by girlfriends is a total hit. We have the most amusing boogie night at SWAY down the Great Queen Street of London. The quietness surrounding me woke me up from my drunkard state. I found myself sprawling alone at the back alley of some street. My eyeliner smeared like the giant panda found in ZSL London Zoo. My cheeks felt warm yet wet at the same time. I felt a burning excoriating pain at the left side of my neck. I am mystified. Slowly, I lifted my fingers to touch the mark. I circulate my fingers around it for a few second, trying hard to figure out the weird shape that make out of it.
It hit me too hard as a realization that I passed out. The truth is just too ludicrous.
On this very night, I have turned into a beautiful blood sucking creature of the night.
I am a vampire.
Predule - Born
I looked out of the window pane, the night wind ruffles my baby hair like how my dad does it when I was young. I smiled at the thought of it and stroked my hair gently and rocked back and forth. As my hand moved to the tip of my hair, I can feel the slight prickled feeling of the scar embedded deep into the left side of my neck. The scar I have got a few years back during my 21st birthday. This tiny and ugly mark changed the destiny of my life. Forever and never could I have the chance to redeem the life that I once had.
My name is Anatola. My mom bought me into this world on the 3rd of March 1987 when the chapel clock next to the hospital strike twelve. I believe that I am the first baby to be born on this day. Funnily enough, that is the only thing that I came in first from that day. My mom said that I am an odd baby. I didn’t wail when I came into this horrible, disgusting world. All babies cried their heart when they realize that they have to grow up in such a world. I guess that I just can't be bothered to cry, what's the point of wailing when you seriously have got no choice at all. A baby can't possibly take a knife and stab into his whole fragile heart, can they?
I was born for the second time on 3rd of March 2008 at 3am in the wee morning. It was my 21st birthday. This time, I have no idea who bought me into this old identical boring world again. The countdown party bash held by girlfriends is a total hit. We have the most amusing boogie night at SWAY down the Great Queen Street of London. The quietness surrounding me woke me up from my drunkard state. I found myself sprawling alone at the back alley of some street. My eyeliner smeared like the giant panda found in ZSL London Zoo. My cheeks felt warm yet wet at the same time. I felt a burning excoriating pain at the left side of my neck. I am mystified. Slowly, I lifted my fingers to touch the mark. I circulate my fingers around it for a few second, trying hard to figure out the weird shape that make out of it.
It hit me too hard as a realization that I passed out. The truth is just too ludicrous.
On this very night, I have turned into a beautiful blood sucking creature of the night.
I am a vampire.
posted by maltidada at 11:13 PM
2 Comments:
ahahaaha!
awesome!
vampieeeeeeeee!
ay never give credits.. hahaha!
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