This not-being-able-to-sleep thing started to kick in every night after that. It was when all the fear began to kick in, when I felt like I needed garlic and holy water to keep me safe. I remember laying in bed one night with holy water, saying the Hail Mary probably one hundred times that night. I poured half of the water around me, praying and bawling at the same time, clutching my mom's bible, and rapidly drinking the rest of the holy water. And I remember that I kept looking at all the pictures pasted around my room of models and my friends. Their eyes all stared into mine and I began to wonder if they were vampires. I felt like vampires were watching me. I wore a cross around my neck that night that nobody could make me take off, and I didn't care if it choked me in my sleep. At least I got to sleep that night. I don't remember how. But night feels so long, sometimes. So I kept my mouth shut. Eventually, something else came into the picture. It's a topic I'm still too afraid to mention. It was demons. Apparently, all this was moving too fast. Less than a month ago, I had been dreaming about flowers and kissing someone I was apparently in love with, but not seeing their faces... how romantic. All corrupted. My dreams were gone, they wouldn't come back even if I could get to sleep. My mind had been occupied with nothing but Taylor and Maya's voices. They told me that the demons talked to them. I almost died of fear that night. I called my mother over to my bedside and wouldn't let her leave until I fell asleep. I wouldn't tell her what was going on, just that I wanted her there. My mom isn't stupid, but she didn't force me to tell her what I didn't want to. The next day, and the day after, came a new story. I tried not to listen, I really did. But I couldn't stop. I remember once I began yelling and I closed my eyes in fear because I couldn't handle it. I even cried. During lunch one day, Maya, Taylor, Fran and I, were talking, as our usual routine. Maya had told us that she woke up because a vampire bit her. I asked her to show me where. "My stomache." She replied. She wasn't as afraid as I was, asking her with tears in my eyes. I asked her to show me, and she did. And as she promised, there were two cuts an inch away from each other on the side of her flat stomache. My heart beat went so fast I couldn't feel it anymore.