Living Dead Girl

Many people are afraid of death. Probably because they've done something wrong and they're just afraid of going to hell. Me on the other hand, I can't be afraid of death. Because I already am dead.

My name is Dallas, and I am a vampire.

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I woke up on this night and wore what I usually wear. Clothes to cover my cold skin. I put on medium green skinny jeans, a shirt with bones on it, a reddish scarf, and white and black oxfords. Then I walked down to the kitchen and stared at it. I knew I could never eat a home cooked meal in here again, all because I trusted the wrong guy.
"Dallas? Is Charles giving you a ride to group?" my dad asks from the living room. "Yeah dad, he should be here soon. Maybe two minutes." I said back.

It's a lie of course. I would ride my bike like I always did. My dad probably knew this fact, but he never said anything. He too was trying to adjust to the fact that I was dead.

I walk out the front door and close it behind me and get onto my old looking bike. I pedal as fast as I can, passing the houses of my old friends. They are sleeping. I would be shocked if they weren't actually.

A few moments later I arrive at group.