Blood Dripping Fingertips by Meghan Escott (best ereader for pdf and epub .txt) 📖

sofa they did last time and stared at Sam and me.
My mother turned to face Sam. “What happened to her? I want to know everything from when we left. Tell me.” She asked Sam. He turned to me and I nodded. Sam started explaining while I got some blood from the fridge, some water from the tap and some painkiller for my neck. I gave a bottle of blood to Sam who gratefully sipped it in-between sentences. I went into my bedroom to draw; not wanting to hear what had happened to me.
I started to draw but then I got mega tried. The past two hours must have caught up with me. I put my drawings at the end of the bed then leaned onto my back and promptly fell asleep.
“Lucy. Wake up. I need to show you something.” Sam was shaking my shoulder urgently. I sat up in bed and saw Sam’s face. He was stone cold serious and I knew that this was urgent as hell. I got out of bed and walked behind Sam to the television. There was a news report playing.
“Last night, a couple were found at a car crash site on the outskirts of the forest. Their car had a head on collision with another car. The driver of the second car came away with cuts and bruises however the couple weren’t so lucky. They died at the scene. Any attempts medics made could not bring them back to life. The couple has been identified as Callum and Flora Daniels. They had a daughter who has recently gone to boarding school. We would like to ask anyone who has any information to come forward immediately.” The news reporter said.
My knees gave way and I collapsed on the sofa. Sam sat next to me and held my hand. I didn’t hold his back. Sam started speaking but I couldn’t hear anything apart from what the news reporter said. “Died at the scene. Callum and Flora Daniels.” I blocked everything out including Sam. I suddenly had a thought. I stood up abruptly and went back into my bedroom. I picked up my sketch pad and a pencil and started to draw. I thought about my mum and my dad and thought what they were like. I didn’t know what I drew because Sam took it out of my hands before I could ruin it. He placed it on the floor. Muttered something about going to get someone to talk to and then left.
I thought up a spell and said it and clicked my fingers. The door locked. I thought another and clicked. I couldn’t see or move. Just like my parents. Moments after I cast the spell, there were loud knocks at my door and shouting. It was Sam. He was worried I might kill myself or something stupid. I made enough energy to click my fingers twice to undo both spells. I grabbed a black pillow from my bed and snuggled it into my chest.
Sam came through and sat next to me. I stared at the picture of them I had drawn days ago. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I didn’t want to move, I didn’t want to speak, and I didn’t want to listen. I didn’t want to do anything but hug my mum and call my dad daddy. One tear leaked out of my eye but I didn’t care. All I wanted was my mum and my dad. I murmured some words and clicked again. My mind was now unreadable. I murmured one more word and clicked. My mouth was sealed.
Sam tried to make me talk or do anything all day. I missed all my lessons and I didn’t even finish my Combat essay. I wouldn’t do anything except breath and blink until someone came to my room apart from Sam. I slowly sat up and clicked the door open with my fingers. Tom came in with Sam behind him. He looked at me and sighed out of relief. He must have thought I was dead.
Tom came over to me and sat next to me. He took one look at me then pulled me into him. I burst out crying, breaking the magic I had placed on myself. Sam sighed again and came into my bedroom and sat on a chair. Sam also brought me my depression pill and gave it to me. I took it with some water and felt slightly better.
I slowly got off of my bed and into the bathroom. I tied my hair into a ponytail and slipped the shorts and vest top I had on yesterday on and then came out. I explained to Sam that I was going to get my anger out by doing some boxing. He nodded and said he would come with me. He thanked Tom for coming then left with me.
I saw people that I knew from classes in the corridors as I walked down to Survival with Sam. They all said their apologies then carried on walking but I couldn’t help notice that they were all staring at my neck, which I had decided to get out in the open so people would stop asking questions. No one asked any questions on the way down to Survival but I knew that soon enough, they would.
We got down to Survival and I got my gloves on. I started punching the punch bag imagining it to be people; getting my anger and confusion out. I was punching hard enough to break bone and it was a miracle I didn’t break anything. When I started doing these punches Sam came over from where he was watching me and tried to calm me down. Sometimes it worked and I would be calm for a couple minutes but other times it didn’t work and I would be destructive and angry.
Three hours passed before I had got all my anger and confusion out. Sam had evidently been listening to my mind working because at the precise moment I stopped thinking about my parents and the crash, he pulled me away from the punch bag and took my gloves off. He set them in my locker then locked it. He then gripped my hand and took me back to my room.
Everything was silent when we got back. Tom had gone and my bed was more inviting than ever. I dropped onto the bed and lay back on it. Sam crawled up the bed and lay next to me. He kissed my neck then up to my cheek and down to my neck again. He put his hand on my waist and stroked my hair with the other hand. I put my hand over his and let him kiss me. I started to feel sleepy so I close my eyes and fell asleep with Sam kissing me and stroking my hair.
I woke up to find Sam next to me, his hand still on my waist and his other on my hair. When I stirred, so did he. I rolled over to face him. His hair was ruffled and he was partially undressed and I could see his muscles rippling when he moved. I brushed a finger teasingly down his chest and then crept it back up to his neck. I kissed his neck and then looked into his eyes. He kissed my cheek then pointed at the clock on my bedside table. I sighed and pulled the sheets back from us and got out of bed.
I got dressed, so did Sam, then put my make up on and forced my hair back into ponytail. I got all of my art things together and walked with Sam down to the Art and Drawings classroom. The rest of the years 4’s were waiting and each one was placed in front of me and turned so I could see their marks. I drew each one in turn and Sam distracted me when I was finished.
I finished the year 4’s within an hour and started on the year 3’s. The years 3’s were more excitable then the year 4’s because they had never heard of anything like what was going on. All of them asked to see the drawings to see whether the rumour was true. I showed them their drawings and each one of the gasped. Sam then took the drawing and put it in the pile to my right.
By the end of the morning, I had finished all of the year 3’s and I was feeling real tired and worn out. Sam told Professor Blake that I needed a break and took me off to the dining hall and into a feeding room. He sat me down and held out his wrist. I bit into it and drunk deeply as the cool goodness filled me and revived my energy.
I pulled away when I had had enough and healed his wrist for him. I started to kiss him but he pulled away from me and put his hand in his pocket. He fished out my depression tablets and took one out of the box and handed it to me. He also handed me a bottle of water. “You forgot to take this, this morning.” He said pointing to the pill in my hand. “I would have given it to you sooner but I didn’t think you would want people to know.” I nodded at him and took the pill. I drunk all the water and then put it on the table.
“Will you let me kiss you now?” I asked Sam, moving towards him.
“Do I really need to answer that?” He asked in return and pulled me to him. ‘He kissed me gently to start with then got faster and faster and faster. I kissed him back and went with it. I started to put my hands around his neck like I normally did but he moved them to his chest. He then slid his hands down my back to my ass. We carried on kissing like this for five minutes then Sam pulled away from me and led me out of the feeding room and back to the Art and Drawing classroom to continue drawing.
I worked for a further two hours before I was told I could go. I did most of the year 2’s in those two hours and I was even more tired and worn out by the time I was told to go and Sam had to help me to get back to my room. He was tempted to carry me but I wouldn’t let him.
I staggered into my room and fell onto the bed. Sam pulled me up and offered his wrist to me. I bit into it and sucked on it deeply. I sucked and sucked until Sam pulled away from me. He healed his wrist and then sat on the bed next to me. He squeezed my hand then pushed gently to get me to lie down. I followed his orders and lay on the bed. He then got up and left to go into the kitchen.
He got a bottle of blood, a bottle of water and put the box of pills on my bedside table. He kissed my forehead and left. I rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.


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