I'm. Not. Dead.-creepy things happen in hospitals. No, seriously.

I have guy problems, I'm like any other teenage girl. Except I'm not.
I'm a member of the dark world, a world where your deepest fears could be real, where vampires and werewolves exist, a world I'm apparently destined to save (Which I'm seriously concerned about by the way, considering no one seems to have a clue how!) Any more stress and I am going to get some extremely premature wrinkles.