Chapter 22

Chapter 22

It’s Saturday, and I can’t help but think about what I discovered last night. How come Dralia sent the box when we both were struck by the sharp wood thrown by her grandmother who was a vampire also? Did she live after that like me? But, when?

I got up from my bed, and have my fingers on the bottom of my chin, and I started walking here, and there, it’s all I did for more than an hour here inside my room. Until suddenly, someone turned up my door’s lock, and it slowly opened.

“Who’s that?” I poorly question whoever opened it. But even the slightest voice, I heard nothing.

I stopped walking earlier and just stared at the door.

“Is that you, Tonette?” I just thought Tonette opened my door. But no one answered. So I would better just come near it, and see whose outside.

I slowly walked the space I had been standing in, to the door. When I was in front of the door