The Hole In My Hand

By Zack Codso

Blake Sorrento was missing for six years, so when he returned to his home town to live with his family, they had two new things to learn about him. He was no longer mentally ill, and he was a vampire. Now he aims to rebuild a relationship with his family, make sense of his life, and find the mob of vampires that turned him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zack Codso
• Release date: Apr 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386913696

Zack Codso

Zack Codso is from Winchendon, MA and works as a bus driver for a nonprofit school system. He enjoys skipping school, taking his best friend's dad's Ferrari out for a joyride, and singing in parades. He may have his own fears about moving forward in the future, but the sportos, motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, d***heads - they all adore him. They think he's a righteous dude.

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Ch. 1 My First Rational Thought In Years

HELLO, THERE. MY NAME is Blake Sorrento. And this is the story of the hole in my hand. It all started at the local bus stop in my home town of Arlynn, Massachusetts, and I was getting ready to make way to San Diego. My older sister, Amy, told me I was gonna love California. My mother told me that if things get crazy, just throw on my tunes because I'm a rock star. And my little sister, Charlotte, gave me a big hug and told me she was gonna miss me like crazy. I'd give you more dialogue, including what I said to all of them, but it would've come out in what's known as Word Salad. Why? Well, because back then, I was a diagnosed schizophrenic. In fact, that's why I was heading to San Diego, to join a program created for unlucky families like mine to provide the means for treatment for the mentally ill. Now you're wondering, Wait, how the hell was he a one time schizophrenic and suddenly not anymore? That's not how it works!. Well, this is always a blast to explain.

Once I got on the bus with completely tinted windows, I noticed a few guys wearing hoods and sunglasses, and even in my state of mind, they made me feel pretty uneasy. Especially the guy sitting in front of the one empty seat left. He was very tall, jacked and bald, and the combination of those three never went well in my experience. These guys were also very pale for summer in New England, and the beast in front of me was sweating bullets, and was very troubled looking. But then again, we were all going to a Psych Program, so which one of us didn't look troubled.

The first thing I did when I sat down was put on my headphones and through on one of my favorite albums, Everclear's So Much For The Afterglow. Something about how they managed to make feel-good depressing songs just struck gold for me over the years. Plus, me and Art Alexakis could both sing about our crazy mothers all day. Although this definitely wasn't the goal to set, I always felt like White Men In Black Suits was an epilogue for the life I would one day have. If you listen to that song, you'll see I wasn't setting my standards very high by any means, but the big picture was something I found beauty in, and honestly still do to this day.

It was Everclear all through Massachusetts, Stone Temple Pilots through New York, and then the sun began to set. Once we hit Ohio, things got bad. The sun had been down for quite awhile, most of the people on the bus were asleep. I was still wide awake, and I noticed, in perfect unison, the guys in hoodies took off their hoods, and turned around to look at me. At least that's what my paranoid mind believed at the time. And that's when I felt the big guy behind me bite my neck.

For a second, I was blinded by the pain, but then I saw the other guys start violently biting everyone else on the bus. This freak on my neck kept stopping and going, and apparently his buddies didn't like that. Next thing I knew, I had all five of these monsters sinking their teeth into me: One on each side of my neck, one on each arm and one sick bastard on my chest. Not even the times I've tried to die have I ever been so sure it was gonna happen.

Eventually, the big guy who bit me first lost his mind and jumped to the front of the bus and attacked the bus driver, causing the whole bus to tumble off the road. The five guys grabbed a few people and scattered out of the bus with them. I just laid there, feeling my cold skin and burning hot veins, and breathed my last breaths. It was the most amount of blood I've ever seen. Well, out of me anyways. Not quite as much as the time I walked into my living room and found my mother bleeding on the couch.

They say when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. Well, I was so delusional back then that my life flashing before my eyes may as well have happened every day. So when I died, I was just brought back to a moment somewhat relevant to that moment right there. It was when I was a teenager, and I saw another really big automobile accident. In that moment, I was standing in the middle of the road, looking at all the cars that have crashed trying not to hit me, and all the sirens were going off. My mother came running over to me begging for my attention to assure her I was okay. All I could think to do was look back at her.

Before I could get to the part where I went to the precinct for my very first psych evaluation, I woke up back on that bus. It was day time, and most of the people were dead. The only ones who were alive were me, and two other guys. They were feeling ambitious, and began climbing their way to the back door to get out. I could barely build myself up to get out. But in seconds, I was able to do the math in my head, and I suddenly screamed, Wait, guys, DON'T!. Of course, they didn't listen. As soon as the sun hit them, they bursted into flames and like that, I was the only surviver in the crash.

I waited hours on that bus with a bunch of dead bodies, and finally, the sun began to set. Once the light shifted off of the road, I grabbed my stuff and whatever money I could find, threw on some tunes and started walking in the direction the bus was initially going in before it crashed. Luckily the driver dropped his cigarettes when he was yanked out of the bus, because I really needed some smokes for the road. I didn't know what I was gonna do from then on out, but I already had my heart set on San Diego, so I began on my way out there.

Go fucking figure, right? Go figure the first rational thought I've had in years had to be Holy shit, I'm a Vampire. My mind was level, but nothing from that moment on was ever gonna be sane. Never again.

Ch. 2 Have A Little Faith... Like My Social Worker

I'M GONNA FAST FORWARD six years later after the accident, but don't worry, I go back periodically. So, I'm sitting in an interrogation room at a San Diego police station, handcuffed to the table, as any perp usually is when they’re under arrest. I sat around waiting and looking into that mirror that didn't have my reflection in it. Finally, a young woman, maybe two years younger than me, came in with a notebook. She was