Are You Afraid?

by AgronSalling

I've done things. Not good things. I'm alone, never letting anyone see anything but the monster I truly am. People are supposed to be afraid of me, and I'm supposed to let them. No one is supposed to love a freak, no one is capable of loving a monster. But what if something changes? What if I am the one to fall in love?

1. Prologue

It happened five years ago, I was fifteen at the time. Everything around me started to suffocate me. I changed, or well, I felt changes. It started with a simple break of my pen when I was writing an essay in English. And then it moved to being able to run 5 laps around the track in the time it took for the rest of the guys to do one. And even weirder, was when I could hear everything a person was saying, and they were a floor above me.

I don't know what I had become, but it was like I had my own super powers.

I could run extremely fast, I had super sensitive hearing and eyesight, my strength was limitless. I tried telling people, but they didn't believe me. And when I showed them, they were afraid of me, and started calling me a freak. I was alone.

Word travelled fast around that Michigan school, and soon I was being treated like an animal. Until I just couldn't take it anymore. And when I couldn't take it anymore, I turned into an animal, fangs and all. I wanted blood.

My life was miserable not just at school, but at home too. I couldn't sleep at home because my parents were constantly fighting. Let's just say I have a slight temper. Maybe a little more than slight.

But that night, when I heard my dad beating my mom, all hell broke loose. I couldn't just sit there and pretend nothing was going on like I had for the past 15 years of my life, so I went downstairs, saw my dad on top of my mom, and I just lost it.

I threw him off my mom into the wall, leaving a huge dent, and I started punching. The first crack I heard was his nose. But I didn't stop there. I didn't stop until I heard my mom over the noise of my fists connecting with his face, "Noah!".

I could've killed him, but I didn't. I couldn't face my mom. Blood was splattered all over my face, and that's when I heard her pick up the phone and call 911. There was only one thing I could do, run away. So I did. I left Ma a note, packed a few things in a backpack, and stole the keys to my dad's bike and left before she got off the phone.

I was a monster. She thought so too, but she didn't want to admit it because she was supposed to be my mother. She would be better without me, she would be stopped looking at as "the Freak's mom". So I left, and never looked back.

Where did I go? That's for later.

I'm Noah Puckerman, and this is my story.