Twilight is not mine.

This just popped into my head and I decided to write it up.

A mistake.

A mistake, that's exactly what it was.

A mistake to know. To exist.

A mistake to be.

They shouldn't exist. They should be fairytales. Nightmares.

But they do, they do exist and now I know they are living nightmares.

Once I actually believed them to be dreams, as if they were gods and goddesses. Mythical beings that I dreamed to become.

But that is exactly what it was a dream. They were never going to make me the same as them, because it was a mistake.

I was a mistake.

Humans were not supposed to know.

But I knew. And I dreamed to be part of that dream.

What a mistake. And they knew it. They knew I was a mistake. And made me wake up to reality, where they don't exist.

But they do exist. I know it. No body else does.

Those gods and goddesses that I dreamed to become left me. Because I was a mistake.

Were they real? Did they exist?

Finding the truth of their existence was the greatest mistake.

My once dream is now a nightmare. They left being demons.

A man that see's me everyday visits and has me speak to him about my once dream. Of the mistakes. He never comes close, always by the metal door. I don't want him close. I never move from my place. Back pressed tightly against a corner in the cushioned walls.

The temperature is never cold. I missed the death like coldness.

He writes constantly when I speak. I want to look at what he writes. But I don't move. I can't move. My arms are always tied around myself, like an insufferable hug, when I'm in my cushioned room.

I wish for the granite like feel of what once was.

Did cold, stone, velvet arms wrap around me once?

The man tells me they didn't.

Were there no topaz eyes that were the only sun I needed?

He tells me no.

Every day he says they don't exist.

I never believe him. The hole in my chest would not exist, if he never did.

It was all a mistake. Me knowing and dreaming. Them existing and leaving.

The man seems to give up and leaves. I don't move.

Where am I? I don't know.

Didn't I have anyone before the nightmares? I don't remember.

Who was I? No one ever tells me.

They took everything.

Leaving what once was a dream and an awful ache in my chest.

Was it love we actually had? His actions tell me no. The ache grows worse. The forced hug around myself helps me be kept together.

Those demons only live in my mind.

Vampires.

The people whisper that I'm crazy. Dillusional and slightly catatonic, caused by stress and lack of everything since they left.

I know they exist.

A mistake to know.

A mistake to exist.

Vampires.

Screeching screams fill the cushioned room I am left in. Many humans unlock the metal door. Two are at my sides, holding my shoulders. The screams get louder. My cheeks feel wet. Everything is blurry. Another person is in front of me. Something in his hand that shines from the light, his other hand holds my left arm while he presses the object into my arm.

The screams are gurgled now. My vision is being consumed by darkness. A pressure is pushing me under. I don't fight. I have grown used to it, seems to happen every single day.

My mind circles the faces of those they say don't exist.

I know otherwise.

Vampires exist.

They are living nightmares.

But I wished to become one.

They let me dream it would happen.

Everything that once was, became a mistake.

Everything that once was became shrouded in darkness. Just like the last time I had seen him. Just like everytime I think about them.

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