I could hear the wolves calling me, tonight I would die and come back as my wolf self. I was just waiting for my mom to come with the knife.
"Sweetie come here for Mumsie." I looked toward my bedroom door.
"No, I can't " I said in a small voice as I locked my bedroom door.
" Dammit, Rose, open the damn door!" My dad screamed, pounding his fist hard on my door. I could hear the splintering of the wood, I knew it wasn't going to last long.
"No, I don't want to die!" I scream. I jump off my bed and bolt to the open window in my room. Chilly night air was blowing through it, but I always kept it open, for times like these.I jump through my open window and fling myself into the cold, dark night. The icy wind whipped through my clothes and hair. Tears were streaming down my face and in this cold, I thought they would freeze. My feet hit the frost covered ground with a thud and I immediately started to sprint toward Ivan's house, stumbling a few steps,then quickening my pace. I only heard the howling of the wind, reminding me of the wolves and my feet pounding on the frozen grass. The only thoughts that were going through my head was I don't want to die! Must get to Ivan. Once I reached Ivan's door, I pounded my fists on his door as hard as I could and shouted, " Ivan! Ivan! Let me in! Let me in please!" I screamed hysterically. I felt a cold hand clamp onto my shoulder, it's grip like iron. I spin my head around, and see that it's my mom. She was holding a knife in the air, right above my heart. My mom dragged me backwards, away from my savior, my only hope not to die tonight. I screamed and kicked, but my mom only tightened her grip.
"Let me go! I don't want to die!" I scream, while throwing a punch backwards.
I feel my fist connect with my mom's face. Her grip loosens and I scramble away from her, back to Ivan's front door. I was only a few feet away when a dark figure stepped in front of me, a knife in their hand, it was my dad.
"Not getting away that easily Rosie," he said his voice as cold as ice and as hard as steel.
"I don't wanna die! Not yet!"
But it was too late. My father strode swiftly over to me and shoved me onto the ground. I was panicking. I didn't want to feel the blade that would kill me, not yet. My father bent down to me and held the knife over my heart.
"Goodbye Rosie."
He plunged the knife into my heart and I felt the pain. Only for a few moments. I could feel everything shutting down inside me. The last thing I saw, was Ivan running out of his house, screaming my name. Then, it all faded away and I was consumed by blackness.