Today I am born, at the crack of this wooden bed frame inside this old man’s new apartment. He moved here from his previous home to avoid my parents……but here I am, and here we are, still here.
There they are, my kind....looking at me….why? Why are they looking at me like that? Am I too…..white? Should I take my first bite of this old man’s flesh so I will be red and fat like them?
Something tells me I can’t do it….if I refrain myself from taking his blood, my body and mind will evolve…….from what I remember...
What’s wrong with me? All these tests of temptation…why do I remember? Who am I?...