You shall be mine all Mine (vampire&Nina)
 

In this town was a peaceful town until something happen at the hospital not far from the town like 3 miles out of the town a boy killed everyone in the hospital and was after a girl and would get the girl. But I am ahead of the story am I. This is a story what happen to me but I guess I should start at the being and show you what rally happen. June 16th 2013.

username xserenityxninax
Name Bella Wright
age 15
personality sweet shy cute scared
bio I'm Bella I'm 15 years old I had a number life until y grandmother went to the hospital and my grandfather wanted to see her and see if she is alright. But something happen in the hospital and I was scared I don't know what to do as well. likes boys candy and roses
dislikes notes losing someone
picture
http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/...o-emo-girl.jpg

username: VampHunterX13666
Name: Diablo Lucifir
Age: 17
Personality: Spilt personality, you can never know what to expect from him in this sense.
Bio: I'm Diablo, I suffer from many things, I'm insane, and suffer from slight scitsalfrania, and some depression. I also suffer from the split person disease. I was left alone when a tragedy hit taking my family and it all went down hill for me, hence why I'm stuck in this hospital, but everything changed when a girl came to the hospital and I've always wanted her, and some of the urges have sometimes gotten better, sometimes worse.
Likes: knives and blood, as well as poetry and playing guitar when I'm allowed to
Dislikes: My life so far and this hospital, I hate it here. as well as the meds i'm forced to take
Picture: http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/l...230_small1.jpg

The boy, Diablo, saw the girl look at him for a moment as he was brought back into his room after another treatment. He had many, and was forced to take many meds, which he hated. He loved to distract himself by reading the books that his friend brought for him and play his guitar that the nurse held onto until they got confirmation that he was allowed to play it, and he played well. He was happy to see his guitar on the bed. The nurse nodded to tell him that he could and he rushed over happy to be able to, he was able to use his amp to a certain level of volume, he was sure that he had a chance to attract the attention of the girl, he found that in that glance he wanted to be with her.

He saw the girl in the door way and nodded kindly. He continued to play, he played softer rock, it helped with the thoughts he had to before keep inside, but playing this he only had thoughts of happy things, and happy memories. He hoped that the girl would sit down for a little bit, but he wouldn't ask her, being too shy, but he would like someone to talk to that wasen't forceing pills down his throat or making him go through hellish tests. They still couldn't help him, and he was getting sick of this crap. The music started to get more hardcore but he softened it again thinking of what would happen if he weren't here, if he were cured and he met this girl, would she like him?

He continued to play, constantly thinking of him and her meeting after he was realised and ending up together, nothing else, all the rest seemed to sad for this moment. He Then finished the song and laid his head on his pillow and fell asleep with her in his bed, he loved the company and the heartbeat beside his, it made him long for her more.

He had woken up and went for his pills before his psychopatic symptoms kicked in, but he was too late, the pills were spilled on the floor and he saw her, he wished he could stop this. He looked at her and walked toward her, hands clentched into fists. "Please, however you are run, get out of this room where you'll be safe, I don't want to hurt you." he said resisting the sympoms but with no success, he hoped that she'd get a nurse who would tranquilize him.

He felt his hands just barely tense around her neck and he calmed down and they fell limp, he hugged her back and cried softly. "Thank you." he said. "I don't know what to say, but I know that I can trust you. Do you really mean that you will stay with me?" he asked cheering up. "I'm sorry about almost hurting you, I'm slightly Scitsalfrantic." he said and explained.

He smiled and put the number into his pocket, he'd do that. He thanked her as she walked out. He then laid down after picking up his pills and took two of them like he was told he should and laid back down, now he had taken the medicine that wouldn't happen for at least 12 hours. He then went back to sleep feeling tired, he knew his guitar and amp would be there for him when he woke up. And that his test and such would soon be over with and he'd only be stuck here for the rest of his life, or until they found a way to cure him, and he would enjoy the time him and that girl spent together.

He looked at the doctor and wanted his scitsalfrania to act up then, he wouldn't feel to bad then. He just took it in silence and cleaned himself up the best he could after the doctor had left. He wanted out, and he'd get out. He would love the girl that showed him kindness, and live happily with her. The doctors here didn't even care about him they just kept him here to amuse them. He was sick of it, if he had his way he'd kill them off and escape. He thought about calling her but didn't want to bug her with this.

He killed the doctors without knowing what was going on, he had taken knives and went around killing them, platering their blood wildly everywhere. He had killed half of them within an hour and when he awoke from this spell he was back in his room in clothes he didn't recognized and his Guitar in a case, and the amp strapped to the case, it was a smaller one. He wondered what happened, and found he was wearing socks and shoes too, it felt wierd to be after so long, but he didn't mind it at all. He found all the doctors dead and called the girls cell phone not knowing what to do, he hoped that she could help him. He was cleaned of all the blood too, his room was clean and no one had the chance to call the cops, he didn't touch the patients, and the nurses who were kind, the rest he killed and the other nurses went about their businsess, he thought they seemed grateful that the mean staff were dead.

When she didn't answer he just played his guitar, a soft song, somthing to ease his mind. He wondered if she would think that he was a monster because of this. He hoped not, but he didn't know, she had been one of few to show him any kindness and she didn't want to lose her. He played his song for hours, he changed it from time to time in that time period so as to not get bored.

He heard the phone ring and picked it up. "Hello?" he spoke into the phone.
((sorry it's short.))

"No, I'm not, I took my medicine after you left and thought it would help, but a doctor came in and beat me before it kicked in and I couldn't stop myself, all the staff that have ever ill treated me.........I can't believe I did that...........so much blood, I need your help, please come here when you can." he said. "That doctor set off my Scitsalfrania before the medicine kicked in, I'm not a bad person, I don't choose to do this and I could........." his sentence trailed off as he started to sob.