Everyone is always saying that being a Vampire is fantastic. The nightlife, the powers, the true feeling of being alive and yet dead in the same moment. But I truly believe being one is not that great.
I was born this way, but the gene did not ignite until I entered the early teen years. My parents don't even realize it is in their genes and if I even try to tell them they tell me I'm going to Hell and that they will put me in a mental institute.
I walk into my Catholic Church and feel every pain in my body become unbearable. Kneeling on the pews feel like nails and I become dizzy saying the Lord's name. Over the years the symptoms have gotten worse.
The need for blood is excruciating and the sun burns every part of me. My gums ache and I have to file them down to fit in. I have to hide the truth from my boyfriend and its hard not to be tempted my his blood.
College is almost impossible and I can feel every stress and emotion from the people around me. The sound of a pencil on paper drives me crazy and I have no control over my moods.
For some the undead life is fantastic, but for some, its a death sentence.