You saved me by Breanna Davis (books that read to you .TXT) 📕

I sat in the hospital bed crying my eyes out and feeling dizzy. But, dizziness became something I felt on regular basis because of the chemo therapy. My beautiful ebony locks fell from my scalp every time I run my tiny fingers through it. The cancer was spreading. It started in my liver and was spreading to my limbs. If the chemo therapy didn’t slow it down I was going to have one arm and one leg.
I shook harder with tears at the thought. I was only six. I didn’t even live my life yet and here I was in a hospital bed. I wanted to go back to school. I wanted to play and run around. But, I was stuck in a hospital, attached to needles.
A soft knock on the door made me wipe my tears away.
“Come in,” I said in my soft raspy voice.
My mom walked in with my best friend and my dad. But, my attention went to my best friend. Layken pulled away easily from my mother’s grasp and ran over to the side of my bed. He grabbed my hand that didn’t have needles in them and looked into my eyes.
“Me and your father are going to let you guys talk.” My mother’s soft voice said, walking out the door with my father’s hand in hers.
I looked into Layken’s soft green eyes. His eyes filled with tears. His pitch black hair almost fully covered his eyes.
“Laylay, I think I might die. I don’t feel so good.” I that second I grabbed the bucket on the side table and threw up in it, clutching my side and squeezed my eyes. Tears fell down my cheeks and I gasped as pain flood through me. I coughed before putting the bucket back on the side table and laid back down. I wiped away the sweat on my forehead and looked into Layken’s eyes.
“See, Laylay? The cancer wants to take over my body and kill me.”
He squeezed my hand a bit tighter. I looked at our combined hands. Our little hands were wrapped together perfectly. I look back into his eyes.
“You won’t die, Crystal. I won’t let you.” He said confidently.
“I’m tired, Layken. I want to sleep. Forever if I have to.”
He looked deeply in my eyes and got on his tippy toes to crawl on my bed. He sat next to me and grabbed my hand again.
“I have to tell you something, Christie.” he said carefully.
I sat up and scooted closer to him.
“Go ahead. Before I die.”
He frowned but, talked.
“Do you believe in vampires?” he asked staring into my eyes.
“You’re talking about undead people who drink people’s blood?”
He nodded.
“I don’t know. I guess.” I said.
“Do you think I’m a vampire?”
I raised a brow at his question.
“No. Why?” I asked, casually.
“Because I am one, Crystal.”
I chuckled.
“Do you have a fever, Laylay? You are a live! I knew you forever! You were never dead, Laylay.”
He shook his head and cracked a smile.
“You are right, I was never dead. I was born a vampire.”
I thought about it for a second and knew that he actually was a vampire. My best friend was a vampire. Why was he telling me this now?
“Why are you telling me this now, Laylay?” I asked.
“Because you are sick, Crystal. I can heal you.”
I shook my head and looked into his eyes.
“There is no cure, Laylay. Mommy told me.”
He smiled at me.
“I can share my vampire blood with you and heal you.”
My eyebrows knitted together as confusion washed over me.
“How can that help me?”
“Vampire blood is strong and vampires cannot catch infections. Just think of it as a blood transfusion.”
“I would if I knew what that meant.” I said with a chuckle.
“So, how is this going to work?” I asked.
“You are going to drink my blood. A large amount and you should be free of cancer for a very long time. As long as I am near you should be free of cancer forever.”
I smiled at that thought.
“Free of cancer.” I said trying it on my lips, making me smile wider.
I looked into his eyes again.
“And it won’t hurt you?”
“Actually, it should be rather pleasant for me and sexual.” He said with a smirk.
“Sexual? What is that?” I asked.
He smiled and slit his wrist with his fingernail. He didn’t even wince.
He held up his wrist to my face and I looked at the red blood pour from the cut.
“You sure?” I asked.
He nodded and smiled.
I took a deep breath and pressed my lips to the cut. I drank from it and it surprisingly tasted good. It didn’t taste like salt like my blood tasted. It tasted like sweet nectar. Layken was moaning and I thought he was pain but, he told me he was fine. I drank from him until he pulled away. I felt strong and yanked the needles out my arm. I smiled and he helped me out the bed.
“Thank you, Laylay.” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek.
He blushed and looked down, making me laugh.
I grabbed his hand and he looked up.
“How long until I have to drink from you again?”
“My blood should linger in your blood stream until your seventeenth birthday. But, I’ll be there to feed you again.”
“Why don’t you just change me into a vampire?”
He pulled his hand away but, quickly put it back after he saw hurt on my face.
“I can’t go around changing people, Christie. People who are bitten must be trained by their creator and I can’t train you. I am too young.”
I nodded and looked into his eyes again.
“Promise to never leave me?” I asked him holding out my pinky finger.
He chuckled and entwined our pinkies together.
“Promise.”
I hugged him and he held me tight to his chest.
We let each other go and we both blushed and then giggled.

I sat up straight in bed and my eyes darted to the alarm clock that was beeping like crazy. I sighed and hit the snooze button before I waddled out of bed. My one millionth dream about me and Layken. Too bad he left exactly the day after he saved my life. Bummer.
I walked to my bathroom and examined my long black hair. I thought back to when I was trapped in a hospital room with my beautiful hair falling out, strand by strand. I shivered and picked up my toothbrush. I brushed my teeth and fixed my hair into a ponytail and a bang.
I went to my closet and threw on some black skinny jeans and a white camisole. I put a white flower in my hair and went to my makeup bag.
I put on white eye shadow and black eye liner. I put on clear lip gloss and threw on some black low cut boots before grabbing my bag and cell.
I walked downstairs and saw my mother and father down there sipping coffee.
“Hey, mom and dad.” I said picking up an apple out the fruit basket. I took a bite of it and faced my mom.
“Mom, are you going to pick me up from Chorus practice today?”
“I thought you had track practice today.” My mother said, looking at me over her cup.
“That’s tomorrow . . . or today?” I trailed off and my eyes widen.
“It is track practice.” I said with a giggle.
“You have a mind of an old man.”
I smiled.
“Thank you.” I said with a smirk.
I threw away my apple and kissed my mom and dad on the cheek before walking out the door.
I walked outside and the cold wind blew my hair in different directions. I shook it off and kept walking. I didn’t get a car yet because I failed my driving test. I never really studied the damn driver’s manual. I was too bored. I barely passed the test for my permit. So, I am sixteen and a junior in high school with no car. I really didn’t care though.
I reached the school’s campus and walked inside of the warm school. I stuck my backpack in my locker, grabbing my books for my first five periods.
“Hey chick.”
I looked up into the eyes of my best friend, Lindsay. She had long flowing blonde hair with hazel eyes and freckles. She was on the track team with me.
“Hey, Lin.” I said, closing my locker.
“Have you heard about the new kid that is transferring here in a week?”
I raised a brow.
“No. How would you know?” I asked.
“Because it is talking about it in the school’s papers.”
I snorted.
“Why would the school’s papers, run by the meanest bitch ever, have an article about the new kid who isn’t arriving until next week?” I said.
“In the school papers it says that the richest man in world son is transferring here.”
“Why? He clearly is a rich snob. Why would he transfer to a regular school?”
She shrugged.
“Beats me. All I know is that I’m going to ride him,” she said with a smirk.
I chuckled and shook my head.
Me and Lindsay went to Biology class and sat down in our seats. My other friend Benny, who name was Benjamin, sat next to me.
He had light brown hair and brown chocolate eyes.
I smiled up at him and he smiled back. Then, boring school started.

I really wanted to kill the new kid so everybody would just the fuck up! All throughout school girls were talking about screwing him and boys were talking about befriending him. I swear, when this new kid comes I will murder him so school can go back to normal.
I was walking to the cafeteria with Benny and Lindsay walking beside me. I went into the lunch line and sighed as gossip erupted.
“He is totally hot! Just like his dad! His dad looks like his freaking twenty but the paper says he is in his late thirties.” said one girl.
“Late thirties isn’t anything. I’ll still do him.” the other girl said.
The girls laughed together as they paid for their lunch.
I rolled my eyes and put some pizza on my plate and some salad. I paid for my lunch and went to the table in the corner of the cafeteria. Benny and Lindsay soon joined me.
“I’m getting a fucking headache from all this new kid talk!” I groaned.
Benny laughed.
“I don’t see why they are obsessing over one human just because