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She stared at the man, her green grass eyes stared blankly at him, and she seemed highly tired. This, though, was normal for this girl. When she was surronded by people, anyway. If she was, than she'd act slow and sluggish, which she hated, so she usually only talked to people on the internet, she was given time to think, and she wasn't alone, atleast on there... Most of the time.
So, it rather surprised her being in this circle with kids, and this man, who had horns protruding from his head, which, made her question reality at that moment. if she were in a different situation, she'd probably ask if he was from a different dimension or something, but this was not the time to ask.
It started with her sister. Her older sister always had wanted to donate blood, but she couldn't. She had low sugar in her blood and iron, for lack of nutrients seeing they didn't eat healthy food. Just junk food day in and day out. It sickened her, though, when she saw an add for this... She thought of her sister, and her sister did want her to donate blood to help safe a life.
So, when she came, she was happy and willing to when she first entered, but, upon the way this man acted, she frowned. Something seemed... Off... First off, upon everyone in her household, she should be just as bad as her sister! Her sister, moved away 3-4 months ago, and was eating healthy while she still had to eat crap. So, most likely, her blood shouldn't be nutritious enough. Second, you have to be 18 or older to donate blood, in Canada atleast, so a 13 year old like her, shouldn't even be able to!
As the man pounded his decoratively covered words with his silver tongue, logic was sliding in it's place. Something seemed wrong about this. The man if she didn't know better, looked like he had fangs for a moment! Though, that was impossible, right?
... Just as impossible as his horns... Or so she had to remind herself. And than, everyone started to line up, she was scared. Scared at the thought of the needle protruding her skin and going into her vein, sucking up what little or lot of blood she had.
And, unluckily for her, she was the last one. Meaning, she'd have time to become more anoxious and paranoid. Greeaaattt...
Moving some chocolate brown hair from her eyes, she glared at the man suspiciously. It'd be ironicly funny if he was a vampire, though, vampires did not exist. If they did, it would be fun being one.
Slowly but surely, her turn came. She stayed at the machine that greedily took all of the children's blood and the needle that would zap it. She looked at the man, despite her hardest attempts, fear, and suspicion clouded her eyes. Sighing, she closed her eyes, lifting the boy buttoned tea shirt sleeve on her right hand.
The nice thing about this was the fact that her birth mark was visible. The small arteries and veins clinged to the surface, small bumps could be felt on her skin's smooth surface, and despite it's fading appearance, the colours of red and blue wafted together lightly boldly as it seemed to intertwince with each other.
And than came the stab, right above her birthmark.
Well, this certainly wasn't what she expected. The pain was rather hard as the point of the thick needle fiendishly took her blood. Her heart pace fastened and her breath got faster, small hysterical laughter formed from her mouth in a dry, uncut form that was really holding a scream. Throughout all her life, this was the worst pain she had ever gone through. She felt it once when she was at home when she felt that same arm. She felt a stab, there was nothing there at the time, but she felt it, and she didn't know what the hell was going on. Maybe, it was linked to this incident.
But no matter what, she chided to herself calmly in her mind, angry by how she was taking it," Don't tensen your muscles, if you do that, it'll be harder for the blood to be sucked, than it may get stuck, and you'll go through a lot more pain," was what she chided to herself. Still, she hold grasp of one of the buttons on her shirt, squeezing the white cross figure on it tightly, so tightly, she was afraid the button would come off.
And than, just as soon it had begun, it had ended, like most needles. Relieved, she lifted her sleeve back down, a small white cross with a red outline on her sleeve. This was her favourite shirt, and she loved it so much, she was rather glad she wore it today.
Upon this, the man accidently touched the white cross for a moment, he seemed to flinch, and that damn annoying smile was off his face for a moment, replaced with a frown, but just as soon as it was there, like the needle, it disappeared with that chesire grin of his as he placed the band aid on her, labeling she had done the 'charitable' deed. Now though, she wasn't too sure.
After this, is when she did explode, in a quite murmur, saying the first things since she got there today as she received her treat," What happened to cookies and juice man?" instead, in place of the cookie, was a lulli pop. She hated lullipops, and this was the first time she complained about food she was given. Even though she could of received a cookie, she had a habit of not telling people what she wanted, and usually never told 'em. Bad habit of hers. And juice was practically a tradition!
The man smiled, and took the lullipop, about to reach for one of the cookies.
Though, when she said that, she noticed the man's hand who touch her sleeve. And her eyes might as well of popped out, for there, inplace of his skin, was charred, burnt up pieces. That looked like ash. And so, she couldn't help it then.
She screamed.
( Note: you do not have to donate blood to enter contests.)
After a day, of watching all of the other children donate blood, they all were very tired and sat in front of their father once more. Each once had been coaxed into giving blood one way or another. Iram smiled with satisfaction and looked into each of their eyes. They could hardly see him in the dim lighting but they could tell he was proud of them. He truly loved each and every one of them regardless of wether or not that love was the right kind of love it was love. He cared so much about them and saw something special in every face.
He patted one on the head lightly. "Thank you for always being here for me children. For I will always be here for you. I hope donating blood didn't take too much out of you." He yawned a little feeling tired himself. He still had much to do, what with all the blood he had been donated. His fangs grew large and he felt very thirsty. He shook himself out of his trance and quickly stood up.
"Papa Iram, where are you going?" The cute one with no clothes on spoke up.
He looked down to his little child.
"Heh... Nap Time children!"
He quickly ran out and knew the nurse would put them all to bed.
I want everyone who comes to my thread regularily and works hard to stay happy and be in conversatons and build up the people around them to know that I care about all of you. Dont ever forget that if you need anything to come and talk to me and I will try my best to help you out. Even if you just need some one to rant at.
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