"Marcie!" Laura smiled and turned around to face me. She was running from me, like usual. I was trying my best to keep up. "Laura!" I smiled and laughed.
"Try to keep up this time." We laughed and I smiled. We were back at Laura's house in no time. We raced up to her room talking about what we were going to do today. We decided on Barbie's. "This one is the werewolf Barbie." Laura smiled and grabbed a brunette doll that look a lot like her. I laughed. "Don't be silly Laura, werewolves aren't real." She smiled. "Don't worry we can pretend." I agreed that was a good idea and grabbed a blonde Barbie, "This one will be the fairy Barbie. She and the werewolf are best friends." We laughed and started playing. "Madison, be nice to Lizzie!" I yelled at the Barbie like they were real. Laura laughed. She had this glint in her eye, it always stood out to me. Her whole family had that glint. They were like my second family – I was over there about 6 days a week in the summer and everyday after school. I noticed things. I smiled. Suddenly everything faded away and it was three years later. Laura had this strange look on her face. "What's wrong Laura?" I asked. She smiled sadly.
"I need to tell you something, I've been lying to you…for awhile now…" I looked confused and shocked – what was going on? "Marcie, I'm a werewolf. They are real. My whole family is wolves, too." Laura had this tone in her voice. I could tell she was not kidding. "Laura…" I started.
"No, it's okay. I get it. I lied to you and you don't want to be my friend anymore."
I laughed. "I was going to say that it was awesome and I understood why you didn't tell me." She laughed too. We were best friends. A little thing like this wouldn't get in our way. Laura was really my only friend besides my grandmother. I had been alone since I was two years old when my parents died. Flash forward a few years and I was thirteen. I was begging Laura for the same thing I had been for months now, Change me, please change me. She didn't want to – she said it was a curse. It wasn't as good as it seemed. It didn't matter to me. I wanted to be like her so badly. Nothing would get in my way. After a long argument Laura gave in. Then everything faded away again. I was looking at myself. I was lying on my bed wearing a black and white shirt with jeans. I looked paler than normal and I was covered in a pool of blood. It was my own blood. I heard a scream everything sounded like it was underwater. "Marcie! Marcie!" I heard my grandmother's screams. I put my hands on my ears. "NO!" I screamed. The last thing I saw were white, fanged teeth.
I woke with a start. My bed sheet was ripped and thrown on the floor. My blonde hair was matted to my neck. I was covered in sweat and I realized I had been really screaming. My wrist felt weird. So did my neck. I stood up and almost fell over on my way to my bathroom. I flicked on the lights. My blue-purple eyes were glowing violet. My fingernails had morphed into claws. I blinked a few times and my eyes slowly returned to normal. I looked down at my wrist. It was bleeding profusely. I slowly pulled my hair up and looked at my neck. It was bleeding, too. This hadn't happened in years. What was going on? I thought without thinking and raced into the shower. The cold water hit my skin and the blood slowly drizzled down the drain. I got out and pulled out my medical tape. I taped my wrist and neck. I ran a hand through my wet hair. I knew that I could no longer stay in Seattle. I had to go back to Beacon Hills. The place I never wanted to go back to. I hadn't been back in almost four years but the memories were still too painful. I was a few days shy of 19 and I still was hiding from the truth. I had to go back eventually so why not now. I remembered everything as I sat down on my bed. Moving when I was 15, in the middle of my freshman year of high school. My uncles picking me up at the Seattle airport with sympathetic faces even though I had only met them once. The whole way home they reminisced about my grandmother and my mom. It just made me feel sad. I sighed. I began packing my stuff. I had to go back.