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I Can Face The Truth
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
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
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
Which was really odd, for his dad didn't like me for some reason. But he seemed to be happy to see
"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
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
Hayden sat up, putting his arms around me and hugged me. "You haven't done anything wrong. It's 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?"
"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
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.
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
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
"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
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,
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.
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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