March 28th, 2008
I just couldn't leave this place.
01. My name is Michael Emerson
02. I live in Santa Carla.
03. I have a little brother named Sam.
04. I moved from Arizona.
05. I met a girl and ended up in trouble.
06. I made some friends that ended up to be more then expected.
07. Some guy was after my mom but he's gone now.
08. My mom and Sam moved away with my Grandpa.
09.I used to be a vampire but killed the head vampire.
10. I work at an auto garage here now.
11. I try and avoid the boardwalk but I'm always pulled there.
12.I miss David and what he had made me, but will never admit it.
13. I think I am losing my mind.
Michael Emerson // The Lost Boys
02. I live in Santa Carla.
03. I have a little brother named Sam.
04. I moved from Arizona.
05. I met a girl and ended up in trouble.
06. I made some friends that ended up to be more then expected.
07. Some guy was after my mom but he's gone now.
08. My mom and Sam moved away with my Grandpa.
09.
10. I work at an auto garage here now.
11. I try and avoid the boardwalk but I'm always pulled there.
12.
13. I think I am losing my mind.
Michael Emerson // The Lost Boys
Blood is thicker than water, and twice as hard to get out in the wash. I learned this after that night. The blood of the vampires stained my clothes and I finally had to toss them. All save for that leather jacket I just couldn't part with. Right there on the shoulder was a deep dark stain, a stain I knew very well. It was David's blood. I wore it like a reminder of the man I fought hard to get away from but even in his death he was in my head.
When I wasn't wearing the jacket it hung over a char and that spot always drew in my attention. David was haunting me in my sleep. Though now, now I had seen David when I wide awake. I'm not sure if I am disturbed by it or not, part of me is comforted by it. It's a strange feeling for me it's almost like David's blood still ran through me. Like traces of him were left behind to remind me that no matter how hard I fought, I belonged with David and the boys. That I was always meant to join them.
No matter how hard I scrub I can never get rid of those traces left behind.
Michael Emerson // The Lost Boys // 209 Words.
When I wasn't wearing the jacket it hung over a char and that spot always drew in my attention. David was haunting me in my sleep. Though now, now I had seen David when I wide awake. I'm not sure if I am disturbed by it or not, part of me is comforted by it. It's a strange feeling for me it's almost like David's blood still ran through me. Like traces of him were left behind to remind me that no matter how hard I fought, I belonged with David and the boys. That I was always meant to join them.
No matter how hard I scrub I can never get rid of those traces left behind.
Michael Emerson // The Lost Boys // 209 Words.
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