Some Have To Live With Our Scars
I pushed past Scott. My name tag read Kasey Hawthorne. My name. The early morning light obscured his face. The cats needed to be feed, I reminded herself. I looked at the newest one. It was beaten and bruised, but alive. I stared into the calico's heterochromia eyes. I saw it's past. Abuse, blood, pain . I reflected on my own past. My own heterochromia. My mother's cruel words, my father walking out, the cruelty from peers. I blinked, pushing the thoughts aside. School was starting soon. I raced to my car, reminding myself who did my repairs. Cousin Derek was reluctant to let his only surviving cousin start school. But he gave in when I demonstrated how tough I was. I started the piece of crap truck. It sputtered, turned over and died.
Derek! The truck won't start! I silently yelled.
Kick it. He reasoned. I sighed. I whammed my foot into the side of the red piece of junk. It sputtered to life, emitting fairly toxic fumes from the back. It needed a new exhaust fan, muffler and an oil change. I had to hammer on the brakes, the gear shift stuck and it sounded like a duck being strangled. My brown contact kept falling out, annoying me immensely. I finally pulled into the Beacon Hills High parking lot. Once my stupid truck finally stopped, I jumped out and grabbed my stuff.
Good Luck.
Derek, I'm trying to be normal. I don't need everyone thinking I'm psycho already because I yell at an imaginary person! He chuckled. I rolled my eyes. Stupid pack mind! Why did I agree to join his pack? Oh yeah. I didn't. It was join or die. I chose to join. In first period, I had chemistry. We were looking through microscopes. My lab partner was kind of dorky, and seemed to doubt my confirmations on the analysis. He saw I was right and handed it back. My senses tingled when our hands touched. His scent was intoxicatingly sweet. Like something clicked.
-Later-
I ran into Scott and started talking. When the bell rang, we parted and headed for different methods of transportation. I suddenly heard his thoughts. Kasey must've transferred here. I shook my head. Suddenly, my sense went nuts. I felt like someone was threatening me. I turned my head. Jackson was doing out of control doughnuts in the parking lot, and was about to hit my chemistry partner. I may have been at the opposite end of the parking lot, but I flew there.
"Stiles!" Scott yelled, only seeing Jackson's truck swerving towards him. Stiles froze. I jumped in front of him, and pushed the red Toyota away. The car stopped and Jackson got out, pale as a ghost. Stiles was still. I breathed a heavy sigh, a sick feeling rising in my stomach. Stiles' face was stone, shocked. Scott eyed me. Is slid out of the crevasse and ran to my truck. I backed out and drove off at twice the speed limit.
-Later-
I pulled into the thick woods. When I saw the hovel I call home, I breathed. It would be time to run again. She leaned her head on the steering wheel.
Derek.
What?
Time to go.
Kasey, if you screwed up so help me god. Derek told me.
It wasn't my fault! Something just told me I had to do it.
What do you mean?
My senses were going crazy, even the werewolf senses. They wouldn't let me do anything. I felt like someone was ripping my soul out, an endless aching need. Yet every time I saw this guy, I felt fine. Am I going crazy or something?
No. You found your mate. Let me guess. He was in trouble?
About to get hit by a car.
Your instincts. Come inside. I'll tell you what you need to know.
I slid out of my truck and walked to the house.
