Ever since I was little, I had been told that I was different.
Everyone would say so. Other children would taunt me about it, and adults would whisper about it when they thought I was out of hearing distance. But...that's the problem. I was never out of hearing distance. I heard everything. Even the things I didn't want to. Even the things…Inside…
I wish I wasn't like this. I wish was could just be…normal sometimes…
The only people, who never said I was different, were my parent. Oh, how I loved my parents. They were such wonderful people…
My mother and father…were beautiful…
My mother was dark skinned, with lovely long wavy dark brown hair. Her eyes were a deep sea blue. She was at least 6ft 2, and had such confidence in everything she did.
My father was even taller than her, 6ft 4, he was a giant. My big huggable giant. He was pale, his features as pale and hard as marble. He had curly deep red hair, that hung loosely around his face, making his look 'gorgeous', or that's what I heard some of the other mums and teachers call him. His eyes were beautiful, a bright scarlet.
They were both so beautiful…and I loved them so much…
They were the only two people who would look at me with so much love and kindness. They would both hold my hand gently, and smile down at me with their beautiful smiles, and I knew…that as long as I had them, I wouldn't be alone, and that there would be two people in the world that accept me.
I loved my Mum and Dad….
…so…why did they leave me…?
Well…it doesn't matter now. They're gone …I have to fend for myself emotionally wise. I was secure financially, no, not even that, I was more than secure, and it annoyed me.
I was still an outsider at school…I lived on the Quileute Indian Reservation, In Washington. I had lived here all of my life.
It was a shame though. On the Reservation…not many take kindly to people who are different. And it's very easy to be different.
I had my mother's dark skin, creamy though slightly lighter. I inherited my father's hair, it was fell in soft curls around my face, and was a dark red colour, which was abnormal to the dark browns and blacks that were custom for the Quileute's. I was a Quileute. I know that people don't believe me…but I am.
My Dad wasn't, but my Mum was. She was the only child of one of the most famous Quileute family blood lines…but I was all that was left now…
But none of this mattered anymore…
My life seemed…numb. I went through school, with no friends…Its not that I didn't want friends , I did. I really did. but not one seemed to…come near me. they tended to avoid me…
I didn't know why. Was I scary? Did I give off the wrong impression? Or was I just never meant to have any friends? I didn't feel absolutely lonely…I don't know anymore, it all seems kind of a blur.
That is…until it happened. I had never imagined…I don't even know what was happening to me.
I stared around at the forest, confused alone and afraid.
I should get some sleep. I rested my head on the floor, and drifted off into darkness.
Flash back:
I hadn't been to school for the past day and a half. I felt like shit. I was running a temperature, my muscles were aching, I had a splitting head ache, and I couldn't see straight. I stared blankly at the TV, like I had been for the past five hours straight. I hadn't been able to eat anything for the past day, not without seeing it again about half an hour later.
I blinked away the tears that were threatening to spill over as my head gave an especially painful stab at my skull.
"What on earth is wrong with me?" I croaked into my blanket. It was about six O'clock in the evening, and it was raining. It wasn't unusual. It always rained here. Some people hated the rain, but I liked it. it was….calming. obviously it wasn't always great to be caught in the rain unprepared. But still, it was nice.
I jumped slightly as the sound on the TV spiked up loudly.
The weather was messing around with the satellite.
I took a quick intake of breath, and stood up. I was going to be sick. I couldn't reach the bathroom in time, so I just hurried and swung open the glass sliding doors in the other room and ran outside onto my lawn, and retched up what was left in my stomach.
"Twenty seven," I croaked out. That was the twenty seventh time I had thrown up today. I grimaced as I stared down at what I had produced. Blood. I was coughing up blood now? I might have to go to a doctor about that.
No! Mother and Father had always told me to avoid Doctors at all cost. Because I was different…No one would understand. But, surely this is reason enough to go to the Hospital down in Forks, right? No! I could handle it; I didn't need to go to Hospital about it.
I sat back on my legs, and looked out into the forest line that met with my garden. I was only in my pyjama shorts and a tank top. I hadn't slept in almost a week, and I feared that I was getting delusional.
I squinted into the depth of the forest. I never went in there. Mother and Father said it was a dangerous place.
I staggered to my feet, and stumbled into the forest, not knowing where I was going.
It isn't dangerous! I'll show them! there's nothing to be afraid of in the woods.
I had entered the under growth about fifty minutes ago. How the hell did I manage to get lost? In the forest, that was only a few meters away from my house. God, I am useless.
Useless…I had been called that before. I didn't have any extraordinary talents. I was okay in school, so I wasn't really bad at any of my subjects …I was only good with music…that was kind of it…
I frowned up at the sky. It was still raining heavily. I was wet, cold, and sick. What was I doing out here? Why am I so stupid!
"What the hell is wrong with me?" I said loudly. God. For all I knew, there were wolves out here.
Mother had always told me about the fact that the wolves were to be feared, greatly so. That's why I shouldn't go into the wood.
"Well…" I crossed my arms. "Screw them! I don't care! Like I should listen to the people who left me!" I growled. I never seemed to get grumpy. I just took things in my stride.
I looked around. Trees were everywhere, and there was fog. I could barely see anything. I hissed in pain as I stood on a rock. I stared down at my throbbing foot. How far was I from home now? This was stupid.
Tears started to flow down my face, and my body began to shake. It shook so hard that I thought I would collapse.
"G-great. I'm crying in the middle of the woods, in my pyjamas, its raining and I'm lost…" I cried harder, rubbing the tears from my face. Why did I always cry? I wish that I was stronger, just like mother and father were! But they left me, so why would I want to be like them? I don't want to be like them! I Hate them!
That's when I snapped.
I didn't realise what was happening until it was too late.
I screamed. There was a sudden pain in my chest, that spread throughout the whole of my body like fire. I felt as though someone was tearing my skin off my body. As though someone was piercing my skin with knives. I fell to my hands and knees as my body started to shake. I couldn't stop myself. I cried out again and again, but no one heard me. No one seemed to hear my screams of pain.
Then…I exploded. It was the most painful thing I had ever felt in my life. I felt my body stretching, and a sickening cracking noises filled my ears as my bones broke. I felt my skin cracking and my muscles ripping slowly and agonising. My whole body seemed to be falling part, and then build its self again. I let another scream. Suddenly, my vision went completely white, and my mind went blank, and then, nothing.
I had blacked out.
I opened my eyes slowly, and groaned in pain. Every inch of my body hurt, if I tried to move at all, my body would protest. My eyes flickered open, and I saw…the floor. The forest floor. The rain had lightened up, and it was now just a light cover. But I didn't feel cold at all. I felt…warm. Incredibly so. As if I was curled up in my blanket, at home with the heating on.
I groaned and closed my eyes. I tried to rub my eye, but froze.
w-what was that? My eyes opened again, to be…staring at fur. My foot…no, it was a paw!
I yelped, but instead of my voice, it sounded like a dog…
I stood up and looked down at my feet, which were now actually paws.
PAWS! Why did I have Paws? Whats going on! Dear, god, this is some kind of sick dream!
I've gone mad! That's it, I'm insane. I turned to look behind me, I had a tail, and I was covered in hair! I was a dog! I fucking Dog! I staggered to the nearest puddle, and looked at my reflection. A pair of pale green eyes stared back at me, from a fury face of a Dog…no. it wasn't a dog. It was a wolf.
I had become a Wolf.
End Flash back.
I opened my eyes to the sight of the sun in my eyes. It had been a little while since I had seen the sun. I had almost forgotten what it looked like to see it through the trees. I stood up slowly. I was used to this body now, although at first I didn't know how to walk with four legs on the ground.
I don't know exactly how long I had been like this. From counts of the nights, it had been at least fifty days.
I sat up on my back legs, and stared solemnly at my front paws.
My fur was dry now, which was a nice change. My ears flattened to my head. I seemed…to know where I was. But I had run. I was no longer on the reservation, I was nowhere near it. About 200 miles away from the reservation to be precise. I hadn't eaten in…well, since I became like this. Sure, wolves hunted animals didn't they? But I didn't want to! I will not be reduced to this monster!
I stood, and started walking back…to my home. I just had to go back…I missed home, even if there was no one at home to miss me.
And so I set of on the long walk back to the Reservation.
