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I Can Face The Truth
By dontstopbelieving

 

I looked across the water at the setting sun and thought to myself, "Now, Lena, why are you so worried?". It came evident to me that when I found out my best friends biggest secret that.. things would change. He had always been acting quite odd and I was always skeptical. You see, Hayden and I have known each other since we were five. I grew up around him. We did everything together. We went to school together. And now we're both in eleventh grade. Last summer things had... gotten a little weird. We had planned on spending all our time with each other. We were best friends and we never wanted to be apart. But then his parents made him go to a camp. To this day, I'm still not sure why they made him. So I spent the majority of my summer, sitting at the beach in Panama City, staring out over the water like I am right now. He hadn't been able to take his phone. There were no computers. There was no way for me to keep in contact with him. So I spent my entire summer by myself. He was the only person I wanted to spend time with.


I had spent my days updating my blog online, listening to our favorite band, ate a lot of junk food, being at the beach alone-- but it was all so boring because he wasn't there to entertain me. That summer had been the longest summer I've ever had to deal with. And then he finally came back. His parents actually told me when he was coming back. So I had gone to where I knew the big green bus that had taken him would pull up to. I sat on the bench and I wasn't even sure how long I had sat there. I'm sure it was a long time. I wanted to be the first to greet him.


As that familiar bus finally pulled up, I felt like my heart was literally going to jump out of my chest. When the doors squeaked open, I got up to my feet and waited. One, two, three.... where was he? He was the last one off the bus. His blonde hair was even more blonde and his skin was... I expected him to be tan. But he actually looked even more pale. And his blue eyes seemed so dark. I didn't know why. But I had embraced him and told him how much I had missed him and how boring the summer had been without him. And as I pulled away...


He pushed me! And it wasn't in a teasing or playful manner at all. He pushed me and told me to get away. That it was for my own good. That day I had locked myself in my room and didn't come out for days. Literally days. My best friend didn't want anything to do with me anymore.


But I was wrong.


A few weeks later, school had started. I was excited because it meant that we were getting closer to our time to graduate. The first few days were a frenzy and he and I wouldn't have had time to talk or anything. It was all the normal "beginning of the school year" stuff. Getting used to classes, getting used to new lockers(we were assigned new ones and why, I don't know), getting used to so much.


It was about a month into the new school year when I had actually found time to speak to him. For you see, I'm an overachiever. But I finally found time. So I walked to his house and as I walked up to the doorstep, I had this odd feeling. This feeling that something bad was going to happen. But I was wrong yet again. For as I had knocked on the door, his dad came and had welcomed me in with open arms.


Which was really odd, for his dad didn't like me for some reason. But he seemed to be happy to see me.


"Lena," he had said, "Hayden has been in his room ever since he got home. Perhaps you could go up and talk to him? Try to get him to come downstairs.".
So I had. I had made my way up the twenty steps to reach the second level of the much nicer than mine home. I had turned down the hallway and had started making my way to Hayden's room. I had always loved their house. It was so big and so beautiful; they had paintings hanging on the walls and sculptures everywhere. My home only had family photos hanging on the walls. Nothing else.


Now you could always tell which room was Hayden's. One reason being that he was an only child; but they had atleast five bedrooms. For when people came to visit or something, I never really processed through that. But his door had a huge My Chemical Romance poster on it. Another thing we shared. Love for certain bands. And as I had approached his room, I had paused. I usually just walk in on him, but something told me to knock. So I had. There hadn't been an answer, so I knocked again. No answer. Fear had overcome me and I opened his door, thankful to see he was sleeping peacefully in his bed. And this is how this visit went:


I walked over to his bed and bent down, placing my hand gently on his shoulder and shook him lightly. "Wake up, Hay."
A groan and then a mumble.
"Hayden, wake up. I need to talk to you."
Eyes opened and almost black eyes stared up at me. I took a step back, taking my hand off of his shoulder. "O...kay. Are you going to fall back to sleep on me?"
"No. What do you want, Lena?"
I sat down at the foot of his bed and sighed, clasping my hands together and placing them on my lap, thinking over how to say what I wanted to say, "Why have you been avoiding me? I mean... I came to greet you when you came home and you just... pushed me away. And you've been ignoring me at school and I-"
"Lena."
"What?"
Hayden sat up, putting his arms around me and hugged me. "You haven't done anything wrong. It's me. Just me."
I was so confused. Had he done something to get in trouble? "What do you mean?" I asked him, putting my arms around him and hugged him, but then pulled away.
"For your own good, Lena, don't hang around me anymore. You'll only be putting yourself in danger." he said, his eyes flickering over to the window before settling on looking into my green eyes.

"Why? What did you do? Did you get in trouble at camp?"
"No."
"Then what is it? What are you hiding from me, Hayden? We've been friends forever. I tell you everything and you tell me everything. What is there that is so bad that you can't tell me?"
"I can't tell you, Lena. Just.. please, for your own good, stay away from me. I don't want you to get hurt. In any way. Please."

I had been so mad. I had stormed out of his room without another word and had gone home. I hadn't spoke to him. If he was going to be like that, I wouldn't want to talk to him.


I saw him in the hallways. He had gained new friends. But he still looked at me. With worried eyes more than anything. He had seemed to change so much. He had become this quiet guy, only hanging with a group of maybe five people. And they all seemed to have those same creepy, darkened eyes...


And now as I stand here on the beach, looking out over the water, I am trying to put the pieces together. Just because I was still upset with him, although it had been almost a year, I was still curious. I walked by his house every day. I never saw police cars, so I knew he wasn't in trouble with the law. I watched him in the hallways of school and I tried to do background checks on the people he hung with. I had gotten their names from other people, but as I searched for them... I got nothing. It was almost as if those people never really existed. So I had gone to examining the peoples... actions. I had forgotten about most of my schoolwork. My parents weren't happy about this, for instead of A pluses, I start getting D's. I only had one more year left in school and they didn't want me to graduate with not being a straight A student. Oh well.


But I watched the way all of them spoke. The things they did. And I pondered over this while I stood here on the beach. They spoke with hushed voices, their eyes always watched other people. When they got close to people, they seemed to freak out.


And one of those times, I could have sworn I saw something. And I thought of this now. Some black haired girl he had been hanging around had gotten close to some other guy and had laughed. I swore that I saw fangs. No, not like... normal fangs that some people could get. I saw fangs. Like...
let me plunge into your neck and suck out all of your blood kind of fangs. I started to put pieces together.

Was Hayden hanging around possible vampires?


Now that seemed so ridiculous because I knew there was no such thing as vampires. There couldn't be. There were only bats and bats only! But even if it were true, why would Hayden be hanging around with vampires? I felt so confused. So confused that I finally made myself sit down on the beach and made myself contemplate everything.


His dark eyes.


His pushing me away.


Then it clicked. Hayden was a vampire.


My best friend was a vampire! My eyes widened at the fact, but then my mind told me that I could be wrong. After all, vampires weren't real. But I intended to find out what exactly was going on. So I got to my feet and hopped onto my bicycle, which I had used to get to the beach, obviously, and started off for the one familiar house that I had been at so many times. The last conversation I had with him went through my mind. And before I knew it, I was pedaling up his driveway. I didn't bother with setting the bike up, I just let it fall as I ran up to the door. I didn't even knock. I just barged in, causing his parents to look up from the couch.


"Lena!"


I ignored them. They sounded happy to see me, but I ignored them. I headed straight for the stairs and headed up them, determination written across my face. I made my way down the hallway and stopped at the door. The poster was gone. I put my hand on the doorknob, hearing footsteps coming up the stairs, and I turned the handle and stepped in. The room... was empty. Except for a dresser and a bed. There were no posters, no clothes laying on the floor, no schoolbooks on the dresser... nothing. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.


"Did he ever tell you?"


His fathers voice held concern and I let my hand fall away from the doorknob and turned and looked at the older man. "Tell me what?" I asked, afraid of what I was about to find out.


"I suppose not. After all, we haven't seen you here in almost a year. You might want to sit down."


I moved to the blanket-less, sheet-less, pillow-less bed and sat down, looking at the older man, "I can face the truth." I told him, setting my hands in my lap.


He moved over to the dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out an envelope and walked over to me and handed it to me, "Open it when you get home. Right now I need to explain something to you." He sat down next to me as I held the envelope, "When Hayden went to that camp last year, he stumbled across something. Or rather, someone, I should say. He never said anything to us until it got too bad. When he came home from that camp, he was different. He hid in his room, he hung around other people and always went out at night. We had suspicions that he was up to no good. A few nights ago, we sat down with him to talk to him. To see what he was up to." Here he paused, giving a soft sigh, "When we questioned him, he explained that he had come across this girl. She had been different than most girls and the moment she had him alone..." He trailed off, looking up and at nothing, "She was a vampire. She had turned him into a vampire. It's not a gift, it's not something to be happy about. It's a curse."


He then looked at me, as if trying to read my expression. My reaction. I bit my bottom lip and looked at the envelope in my hands, "Vampires aren't real. How can he be a vampire? There just made up."


"The stories you've heard are just to cover up the truth. They're real."


"Is that why he pushed me away?"


"I suppose it is. He didn't want you to get hurt."


"I bet all those kids that he had been hanging out with were vampires too." I looked at the envelope again and sighed. My best friend was a vampire. Wait. My head snapped back up and looked at him, "Where is he?"


"He left last night. He went on about how he needed to get away because he didn't want to hurt you. So he left with some other kids. I don't know where to. But he's just... gone now. I'm sure Anna and I will see him again some day."


So I wouldn't. I would never see my best friend again. "Alright. Well... I-I think I'll go home now. So I can read this. Thank you for telling me." He let me leave and I was thankful for it. I clutched the envelope in my hands the whole time I pedaled back to the beach. Once there, I settled myself under the dock, sitting on the sandy ground. This was my favorite place. No, our favorite place.


With my hands shaking, I opened the envelope and pulled out the letter that was inside. Then a locket fell out. Why was there a locket? I picked it up, deciding to open it after I read the letter. So I unfolded the letter and read it,


Lena,
I never got the heart to tell you what I am. I was afraid of hurting you. I was afraid of losing you. You are my best friend and you will remain to be someone very important to me. Even though I'm not there anymore, I want you to keep me close. I can't promise that I'll ever see you again and I don't want you to get your hopes up only for them to be crushed.
I will cherish every memory with you, Lena. From the time we sat in the sandbox and ate icecream cones when we were five to the moment you hugged me goodbye before I left for camp. I don't want to remember all the other memories, for I had pushed you away. I don't want you to think of them either. Just remember all the good times we've had. Just remember me.


I love you, Lena.


Hayden

Although the letter was short, it held a lot of feeling to it. I placed it back into it's envelope and looked at the locket. I opened it and a smile came across my face. A picture, of me and him, from the summer before last. I would always hold him close to my heart. Figuratively and physically. I put the locket around my neck, clasping it and touching the pendant lightly, letting my eyes look up and at the water.


Best friends are hard to come by. Sure, you can have friends and you can have people who you'll call "best friends", but they aren't your true best friends. There was only one person who would be my best friend. And that was Hayden.


Even though he told me in his letter that he didn't want to get my hopes up, I still hoped that one day I will see him again.

 

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