Day two...delayed a bit...oops

So this is day two. It's also a number of months later. Sorry guys. Fell out of habit. I'll have to make more of an effort. Maybe if I can get a constant supply of prompts.

The fiction prompt for today was this: "A flight attendant drinking champagne in first class"

My fact prompt today is from when I was 12 years old and believed that vampires could be real.

Fiction:

Understanding settled over her. Resignation. She knew now that there was nothing left to hope for. As others around her made their hurried last phone calls to loved ones, she sat sipping at glass of the best champagne on the plane. They were going down. Down into the ocean. She had always wondered what it would be like to drown. She imagined it was peaceful, but that might have just been the alcohol talking. In her last moments she couldn't even muster the regret for having no one waiting at home. Today was the justification for holding everyone at arms length. Tonight, no one would cry for her.


Fact:

When I was 12 years old I began to realize that I was not straight. It didn't start out sexual at all. I realized that young as I was I was beginning to love. I was giving pieces of myself to someone, longing to understand what that meant. I fell asleep many nights afraid of what that love meant. That it meant I was broken in some way. Forever lost. In my fear I began to cling to any semblance of hope I had to survive the things I couldn't control. One of the conclusions I came to was that I could become a vampire. Vampires lived forever, I believed, having given up their souls for immortality. If I could become a vampire then I would never have to explain to God that I could never be good enough. He would be mad for sure, but since I could never die, I would never  have to see the disappointment on his face. So I went in search of vampires with the only tool I had, the Internet. Needless to say I found some odd people. One of them though, he realized at some point that I was just a young girl who was very afraid. He kept encouraging me to walk way from the idea of dying so that I could live, and toward the idea of loving myself for who I am. I will never know his real name, and I can't even find him online anymore. But I will always be grateful that he cared enough about a random girl on the Internet to help me learn to love myself.