It sucks being me lately. I can’t even hear my own thoughts without someone invading my head. The girl down the hall is upset she didn’t get her pain meds on time, the man in room 127 thinks that if he were a woman, this would have never happened to him and you don’t even wanna know what the teenager in room 128 is thinkin’. No one should have to be in that head. Unfortunately for me, I can’t get away from it. I seriously wish I could slap a ‘No Vacancy” sign inside my head-in neon! It probably wouldn’t help but it would make me feel better.
It just seems that no matter what I do, shit happens. You see, when shit hits the fan for me, it’s just one big old mess that usually leaves me bruised and bleeding. Well at least I’m still alive, unlike that bitch Lorena who I sent to her well deserved final death. Surprisingly, I don’t feel any remorse. In my defense, I am pretty loopy. Must be all the pain meds because on top of everything, I had the weirdest dream. I was dancing in the graveyard with the most beautiful people. It was like a cross between a renaissance festival and a trip back to the sixties all crammed into the Bon Temps cemetery. It was crazy! Although I was mighty confused, I wasn’t scared. I felt more at home there than I have anywhere else since Gran died. For a moment, I thought I was dead but I felt too alive to be dead. The main thing I remember is that woman Claudine told me it wasn’t the water that killed my parents….now how would she know??? Then the darkness came and all the pretty shining dancers ran away. They warned me not to let him take my light…and I woke to Bill. I felt like that little girl in Poltergeist for a moment, then I screamed..
And Tara is all kinds of messed up! I don’t know how she managed to get free but she could have left me high and dry but she didn’t. Even when I wouldn’t leave without Bill she managed to rescue us all. Whatever awful things she went through have really hurt her deep inside. She is so angry now. I know she doesn’t want me listening to her thoughts and after what she’s been through I have to keep her trust. I can only hope she’ll talk to me, when she’s ready. She’s more determined than ever that Bill is bad for me and when I’m laying here nearly dead because of him how can I argue? At least she doesn’t seem to be so sad anymore. I was really worried about for her for a while.
It’s not like Alcide is having it easy either what with the woman he loves being in a V addicted love frenzy with that white trash werewolf. They already burned down his sisters hair salon. No tellin’ what they’ll do next. There’s going to be trouble from him killing Coot too, not only Debbie Pelt will be after him but the rest of that jacked up on *V* pack. I did feel safe with him though. It was kinda nice.
And Bill. I know he’s been cast out by both human and vampire because of protecting me, but then he turned on me like an animal in that truck. Worse than an animal, he nearly killed me and animals don’t kill their mates! Everyone keeps warning me against him, Tara, Sam, even that Claudine woman whoever she is.. if she is real. Could she be right? Was she just my good angel trying to warn me how dangerous Bill is? and what does she mean he’s going to steal my light? Was that just a fancy way of saying he’d kill me? Everything used to be so simple, if boring, before I met Bill. No matter what I do, what we do, things are just never normal. It’s not just that I can’t have breakfast with him it’s that someone is always trying to kill us or getting in our business about being together. Sam, Tara, Eric and now even that crazy King of Mississippi. Who knew vampires had kings? I guess this is what it was like to be a mixed race couple in the South in the fifties. I’m just not sure I’m strong enough to be them. I’m not sure I trust Bill enough any more, or my own good senses. I am scared and I don’t think I can do this any more.
This column is an unauthorized parody of the HBO TV show True Blood. There is no relationship between what you see in this column and what will appear on the screen or in the Sookie Stackhouse novels. This has been presented for entertainment purposes only and the actions, events and answers presented here have nothing to do with any persons or characters real or imagined, living or dead or undead.
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Heather Stackhouse
I’m not into the kind of Roleplay where you role a dice. It’s writing roleplay. It’s really fun. A lot of writers on myspace and facebook do it. You basically come up with a character whether made-up or from a show/movie/book, and interact with other characters. You write stories with each other. There are some very creative people out there. It’s fanfiction. Not unlike these interviews on here with writers acting like the characters. By the way, they do a great job on here. 🙂