Chapter 8

I sighed, three days have passed since my mother and I ate icing in the kitchen, which means three days have passed since Samuel cried and thanked me. He still wasn't getting any better and I was starting to become worried, he wouldn't even eat either. I laid beside him in the bed as he slept, my mother told me since he was part human, not eating is very dangerous for him. It was starting to show as well, he was becoming thinner, he as white as the sheets, and he became even weaker. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, frowning at him. He went on a rant yesterday, for some reason he just snapped and started getting angry about what he was. He burst out yelling that this is why he's weak, this is why he can't protect me like he should be able to. It broke my heart to see him so upset, by the time he was done he was exhausted. I don't understand how he could be so cruel to himself, he's not a horrible person. Sure, he did murder my father which is one of the worst things he could do