Vampire Diaries, Little Human

Ch. 1 "The beginning"

                                                   Sammie POV

It has been a few months since I moved here to the town of Mystic Falls in a small house in the woods, 

Mainly I keep to myself I go to school not returning home until almost dark since I don't like going home, 

I had my hood up on my hoodie as I walked towards the high school I learned that there is a Carnival I always liked them the fun and games the fire works, I thought as I smiled 

It was late the only people that were here were on the ferris wheel I just decide to sit on the bench and look up at the beautiful clear sky, 

I get up and start to walk home when someone stops me, 

"Excuse me," A girls voice calls from behind, 

I turn around to see a girl with straight brown hair and dark eyes, and a guy with brown hair and green eyes, 

"Are you new?" He asked 

I shrugged, 

"Somewhat," I said blankly 

"What do you mean somewhat?" The girl asked 

I let out a breath, 

"I've just moved here a few months ago," I said 

"Oh well I'm Stefan, and this is Elena," Stefan said 

I nodded, 

"I'm Sammie," I said 

"Well Sammie it was nice meeting you," Elena said 

I nodded 

"Well I better get home before my parents worry," I said blankly 

They both nodded 

With that I walked home,

As I was walking home I was thinking, what is the point of making friends? the fake smiles, the true pain you are hiding, they know something is wrong but they don't bother asking what has you in so much pain that you are masking it, so what is the point,I thought 

I get to the front porch and I quietly open the door, I sneak past the living room to see my dad passed out with the TV on and a beer can in his hand, 

I tip toe past my parents room, to see my mom passed out with a bruise on her cheek, I get to my room closing the door, and locking it and pushing a heavy chest against it, 

You see when my parents get into a fight in the middle of the night they come to my room to take it out on me by using me as a punching bag, 

I lay on my back looking up at the ceiling blankly slowly feeling my eyelids flutter shut, 

Hopin that tomorrow would be better, hoping my life would get better,