I woke up gasping for air. I shot up in bed, and clutched my throat. It burns so badly. I tried to suck in air, but it was so painful.
"Hold on."
I looked up to see Mom rushing towards me with a bag of blood. I practically ripped it from her, and sank my teeth into it. I gulped it down within seconds, and thankfully, Mom had another ready for me.
"I was the same the first time I died. Insatiable, I mean," she told me.
Mom brushed some of my hair out of my face. I stared at her confused. Confused about a lot of things.
Like, why is Mom being so nice all of a sudden? It's not like her to care for us anymore. Even after I yelled at her a year ago.
Mom is getting better. Tala argued.
I mean, I guess that's true. Mom tries more, but it's not enough. It's always awkward and forced. None
