Ok, I wrote a little bit more to go with it - like after I left the pub, and then it goes into a flash back kinda thing. It still needs a little work to make it better - I'm thinking about turning it all into the 3rd person though - I'm getting sick of writting I, me, my and myself lol! Tell me what you think...

Here goes:

The wind gently whistled through the forest, carefully lifting up the many delicate, brown leaves that had fallen during mid-autumn. Here, it seemed that the whole world was full of the sound of birdsong, of which was sweet enough to add a little brightness to even the darkest of souls. It’s what first gripped me, as I walked through the forest. How could nature create something so wonderful, but still make things hideous and dark? The bottom of my cloak was beginning to feel heavy from being dragged across the early morning mildew, which had settled on the various plants across the ground. The smell of wild garlic seemed to fill the air too, – one of my favourite smells. I longed to hunt for the source of this marvellous smell, but knew that that would only bring me pain. Everything in my life changed the day I was bitten while I slept.

It was the night before my 16th birthday. The day it started. The day I was forced to join the underworld. The day I’ll never forget...

I was a normal teen, who went to school, who quickly made friends, and the one who did my homework. I was even the top of all my classes! I was a normal teen, leading a normal life. I don’t know why all of that changed so suddenly. I still ask myself “What did I do wrong?” even though deep down I know it was not my fault. I remember laughing and saying my goodbyes to my friends before making my way home. I spent the night in with my family, doing family things. Watching the television, playing games and joking around. I was so excited before I went to bed – there was only two more hours until I was sixteen! After managing to will myself to sleep, I was soon awoken by screaming. My eyes opened to find that my room was alive with sound and light. Jumping up from my slumber, I realise that my neck is saw and sticky... Blood... I whispered to myself. My mother, who was staring at me with a look of complete horror, seemed to fall to her knees in slow motion. Everything seemed slow... Dizziness crept up inside my head, and I fell into a deep sleep.

However when I awoke, I was no longer in the comfort of my own bed. I sensed I was miles away from the place I once called home. The sheets wasn’t as soft, and the mattress wasn’t as comfortable. The decor of the small room I awoke in was fitted with mysterious furnishings. I looked out of the window, which seemed to offer the only light in the room, and scanned the new scenery. A tear trickled down my cheek. What am I doing here? I wondered. I was scared. Climbing from the bed, I walked over to the window, wiping away my tears. Leaning on the sill, I took a better look around at the life – of lack of it – outside the glass frame...

That was four years ago.