When I say that the world is a vampire, I really mean it. I'm honestly too young to remember how it all started, being 3 years old, but I know how it has to end. My name is Amber, Mikey and I are the only humans left that I know of. It gets hard, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I wonder if it would just be easier to give in, to let them engulf what sanity is left of me. When I was 9 I saw my own sister, Ariel, take right in front of my eyes. She told me to keep going, to look alive. What does that even mean to look alive though? I guess this is my story…

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*Amber POV*

I wake in the middle of the night;cold, lonely, and afraid. I sleep next to Mikey, it just makes me feel safer in this upsidedown world. 'Would a world even qualify for this?' I wonder as I frantically feel around next to me for his missing body. I receive nothing. It's not even warm. Warm is a in between term. Mikey and I are warm, alive. But everyone else, cold and dead. Vampires you could say if you wanted to be technical.
I throw on the only clean tee shirt I have and begin my search for Mikey. We, along with our friends, don't necessarily live in one place too long. You die that way, by staying still. As I walk out of our little designated "room", though it is pitch dark, I see a flame coming from outside.

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*Mikey's POV*
I couldn't sleep, not that I ever do. It's not even me that I'm worried about, its Amber. She doesn't think before she acts, and I know one day it will come back to haunt her. As I walk outside to light my cigarette, I see the moon begin to fall, and the sun begin to rise. 'Hey moon, please stay down,' I think to myself. I know it wont happen, a new day always has to begin. Wishing on a star that's just a satellite, is like wishing on nothing at all.
I just stand there, smoking and forgetting my problems. I know Amber is right behind me at this point, she always finds her way back to me, no matter what.

"It's cold out here, Mikey. Come back inside with me?" Amber asks. She always asks.

"Not right now, Amber. I need to clear my head." I report. I never come when she asks. Not even once. We go through the same process almost daily, but she still asks. And I still never come.

"I'll see u later then, when your ready." She makes one final remark before she turns to leave.

I stay. I watch the sun slowly rise from the eastern sky, and the moon set behind the western. Before anyone even says it, I know it's time to run again.

Notes

Song inspiration:
Northern Downpour by Panic! At the Disco
Satellite by All Time Low
Bullet With Butterfly Wings by Smashing Pumpkins



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