Chapter 3: I’m Not Crazy

I'm in the waiting room at the hospital waiting on answers about my brother. I just kept walking in circles trying not to burst out crying, but I couldn't keep it in when I saw my mom walk in I ran towards her and we both started crying.

"Oh lizz, what happened??"

I whispered to her, "vampire".

I started shaking and she looked at me like she had seen a ghost.

"That can't be right sweetheart they don't exist. You sure it wasn't a bear?" she said.

It felt like she was lying from her face expression, and also that man said the same thing to me? She looked even more concerned.

Even the police looked at me the same way. Am I loosing my mind? I know what I saw. There is no other explanation, it just had to be a vampire. It bit my brother in the neck. It was moving faster way faster than any human I have ever seen. All the blood I saw. I know I'm not crazy.

We just sat down, and waited for like what felt hours. The Dr. came and I was not prepared for him to deliver the next news.

"Mrs. Curry?"

"Yes Dr, I am she, is my son going to be okay?"

"Mrs. Curry, David is still in critical condition, we were able to stop the bleeding, but he has suffered major blood loss. We are gonna have to do an emergency blood transfusion ASAP".

More tears began to roll down my face and mothers but she told the dr okay and sat back down next to me.

We held onto each other tight and she began to rub my back and said,

"It's gonna be okay liz, your brother is a fighter and I know he can fight through this".

I didn't agree though, I wasn't as confident as my mom. It felt like the end for my brother. I was scared at the thought that the monster that did this to my brother is still out there lurking, possibly waiting for me next, or my mother and whoever else and it didn't seem like anyone was gonna believe me.

A few hours passed by and the Dr. was approaching us again to update about David's blood transfusion. I was scared to know. What if my brother really is dead? What if he's really about to tell me that my brother is no longer here? I already had to burry my dad. I don't wanna burry my little brother... I already still mourn for our father every day , I don't wanna have to do the same for my brother. The Dr. was finally in front of us, my mother stood up anxious to know if her son was dead or alive. As the Dr. started to talk I felt like I was going to vomit.

"Mrs. Curry I must inform you that your son....."