Page 81 of Blood Day: Part Two
He’s not coming for me.
I could no longer think about his name. It hurt too much.
He abandoned me.
He might even be dead.
I had no way of knowing for sure. He’d cut me off in every way, leaving me alone in this nightmare of shrieks and animalistic grunts.
My roommate had been taken last night, leaving me alone in this cold cell. We hadn’t said much to each other, yet we’d formed a sense of solidarity in our prison.
She’d told me to call her Willow, but she’d never explained how she’d been given that name. Just as I hadn’t told her why I referred to myself as Lily.
Our relationship was tenuous and had formed in a mutual desire to survive.
But then the lycans had come for her.
I’d cowered in the corner, terrified they might mistake me for a breeding prospect.
However, they had only cared about Willow.
I swallowed, my gaze on the lackluster ceiling above me. I couldn’t sleep, my mind rioting with questions and worries.Is that Willow screaming in the distance? Is she even alive? Does she still want to survive?
Do I even want to survive?I wondered softly, my heart skipping a beat in my chest.Doeshemean so much to me that I don’t see a point in living without him?
What a sad life I led if a vampire was my sole reason for wanting to exist.
But what else did this life have to offer?
There were no more classes. No more competitions for positions. Just a fate worse than death—the moon chase.And if I managed to do well there, I’d be rewarded by being rutted by these animals.
A shiver traversed my spine.
I don’t want that. I don’t want any of this.
Even if I escaped, where would I go? How would I live?
My hands curled into fists as despair strangled my heart and lungs.
I… I didn’t know what to survive for. There were no more goals, no more hopes, no more potential avenues in life.
I would never be a Vigil.
I would never be immortal.
I’m destined to be chased and fucked by savage creatures who see me as a chew toy, not a soul.
My stomach twisted as I forced myself to my side, the ceiling a blank slate of nothing.
Like my purpose in life.
I curled my legs into my chest and fought the urge to scream.
Hehad ruined me. He’d shown me a world I wanted to survive for, a relationship of meaning andpleasure.
Had it all been just a cruel game? A way to introduce me to something that he knew was temporary?
I hate him.
