Jessica’s P.O.V
“Don’t think for one second that you can get away, love” Marcel circled around the chair, wiping the faded knife across my cheek. I jerked away but that motivated for him to cut it deeper into my skin. “Don’t make a sound” My hands were tied down to the chair, so I couldn’t fight back. “I’m so sorry my love that your boy toy wasn’t here to protect you” He forcefully grabbed my hair, yanking back my neck. “There’s one spot on the neck….” He held the pointy tip of the knife with pressure up to my throat. “That if I cut, you’ll bleed heavenly”.

I swallowed my spit, though it was hard for it to go down getting caught by the pressure of the knife. He dug it deeper into my skin, but none of this fazes me since I was a vampire. “Bye love” He slit my neck, “Aaaaahhhhhh” The blood splattered down my shirt.
I thought I was a vampire?
I jolted out of my sleep, grabbing my pillow firmly. My heart was speeding up and blotches of sweat were falling down my face. I sat up scared and nervous. What was that dream all about? I grabbed my phone off the side table and quickly went to the message icon, I hovered my hand over Harry’s name.

I replayed he’s name over and over inside my head, just his name brought back tons of memories, memories that I wish to forget so I could move on with my life. But am I ready to let go of these memories? What if I don’t want to forget, what if I want to remember as much as I can? I felt my eyes tearing up; I quickly fluttered my tears away – held my hand down over the name. Another question popped up “Are you sure you want to delete this contact?” I furrowed my brow, my eyes burned with sadness once again. I took a big breath and clicked yes, then threw my phone back on to the table.

It’s been a week since Harry left, but to me it feels like a month. I practically spent all day with him whether we were mad at each other or not, he was the main reason I woke up the main reason I smiled even frowned.
I drew back the covers and swung my legs around – my feet touch the cold ground. I dug my palms into the corner of my eyes, to get rid of the extra crust. This is all that Marcel guy’s fault, if he just would have left without a word maybe my boyfriend would still be here but no, he just had to say such a cute comment. He makes me sick to the stomach. I grabbed my belly. No literally sick to the stomach.

I collapsed my hand over my mouth and charged towards the bathroom falling to the floor I quickly open the seat cover and lean over the toilet bowl. I removed my hand and everything else just released my stomach muscles contracted every time I chucked up more discolored substance. I swear I must have the flu or something, because this had been coming on to me a lot lately. This could be my nerves, I am quite sad that Harry is gone, could this be my emotions flipping on different levels?

This is too much; I need to get out the house. No, I need a job.
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I rolled up in front of the hospital; I came back from eating lunch and had my application in my hand. I want to make sure everything was perfect, that I filled out every possible spot I could with as much information. I parked my car and got out; I held my head high as I walked in. I walked over to the front desk, the lady was having a serious conversation on the phone. My eyes wandered around to the different posters hung up behind her on the wall.

There were plenty of signs that motivated your thinking but one caught my attention. It had a picture of a baby growing inside a belly. And on top it stated “Life is a beautiful thing, never waste it” I rubbed my hand on my belly. Wait, what the fuck! I instantly took my hand away, just as the lady hung up her phone. “Hello Miss” “Hi, I was here to turn in an application?” “Oh yes” I handed her over the paper; she smiled bright from ear to ear. “How far are you?” I trained my eyes more on her and leaned my face in closer. “Excuse me?” Her smile lowered slightly. “Your pregnant right? I saw you rubbing your belly plus you show the signs” What the fuck, the signs?! She fucking had my attention. “What are the signs?” Her smile fully lowered. “No, I didn’t mean to offend you” I was interested. “No, you didn’t just….what are the signs?” She smiled again and scooted her chair in closer. “You will have black circles underneath your eyes from lack of sleep or sleepiness. Flipped emotions, throwing up and headaches, sore chests” “What really?” I acted interested, even though I was scared as hell.

“Yeah, if you want I can give you an appointment?” I nodded my head. She typed fast as lightening into the computer. “Name?” “Jessica” She typed that. “Last name?” I swallowed my spit hard down my throat. “C-Col—Styles”

“When would you like the appointment?” I swayed from side to side; rocking on my heel. This throbbing headache blasted on the right side of my head. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, um let me think” My eyes grew heavy just thinking about this. “Miss, are you sure you’re okay?” I held up my hand respectively. She scooted back, and jumped out of her chair. “Miss!” My eyes fully closed and the swaying stopped once I felt myself fall sideways and before I know it, I was on the ground.

What the fuck is happening to me?

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