Chapter 2
He laid there on the leafy grown, while his eyelids slowly opened to reveal those blue eyes of his. His eyes wondered from left to right, and his heart slowly picking up a faster beating rate; panic was slowly overcoming him. He slowly sat up, feeling the morning air on his flesh, and before he could run a hand through his hair he saw the dried blood on his skin. Soon standing up and revealing more blood on his chest and abs, his eyes grew wider and wider, and now panic has overcame him entire body. "Not again...please tell me-not again." His voice in a low whisper, yet you could hear the fear and guilt in his voice. He had no recollection of what happened of last night. All he felt that night was pain roaming through every inch of his body and it was all because of the moon. But he couldn't blame the moon for his transformation of a beast, nor could he blame the person who gave him this curse, but himself. If only he could try to control it-then maybe none of this would happen. But he couldn't. The beast that took him over every full moon had control over him-he became a monster-a beast.
Soon running a hand through his air, he knew he had to get out of here and fast. He looked as almost he was the Hulk, with no shirt just the ripped pants and no shoes to be worn. Yet, soon he ran finding his way out of the forest as he felt the leaves underneath his bare foot and the dirt that smudged against his feet. He ran as fast as his long legs could get him out of here. His mind was jumbled up in thoughts, his heart raced faster and faster. If only he wasn't out here on that one faithful night, but he was. He remembers the eyes of the beast that attacked him and the bite it left him with, which now was a scar on his right shoulder. He remembers trying to run, yet couldn't. He remembers the pain and the mercy it would not give. He remembers it all, as it yesterday.
He felt the gravel underneath his feet and he finally knew he was out of the woods, yet he continued to run even if the tiny pieces of gravel and rocks pained his feet. He knew he had to get home before his parents saw the dried blood among his body and hands. What would they think of their son? Disappointed? He already knew though he came off as a disappointment to them already, so what were they to think of him now? If they saw him like this, what would they say? Or would his mother scream in fear or maybe both be speechless in horror? Questions overwhelmed his mind of his parents, of this curse, and most importantly a girl. A girl that he's known since they were eleven, a girl that grew to be this best friend-or was his best friend, till they drifted apart in high school. Yet he couldn't help but be attracted to her, to love her. Of course his feelings didn't happen so quickly it developed. The more time he spent with her, the happier he was and soon a crush developed on her. That small crush on her grew over the years and became to the feeling of love. Sure they weren't as close as they were before, but they were partners in science and sat next to each other in English, and everyday at school he would try his best to make her laugh and smile. Her smile was like the sun to his cloudiest days and her laugh was so sweet, and her voice was like music, he could listen to her all day. He enjoyed every moment with her and even back then, but if she ever found out about this-what would happen now?
He heard the sounds of the sirens on police cars and the voices of his neighborhood filled with worry. But what could bring up such a commotion?
His ran soon came to a stop as he saw the blonde girl cry her eyes out. He could tell her breathing was heavily as the police officer began to ask her some questions. Her lips began to quiver and she slightly was shaking. Her eyes were red and puffy, as her mother wrapped her arms around her rubbing her arm in comfort. He wanted to go up there and hug her, but he knew he shouldn't and he didn't. Especially in the situation he was in. Yet he made sure not to get caught from the neighbors that watched the girl in fear, he quietly walked as quickly as he could into his own home. His eyes shifted the entire house to make sure his parents didn't call on him for not being home. Soon he finally made it to his room in peace. Yet he couldn't help but feel guilty. He felt like this all had to do with him. Could he have been the cause of all this commotion? He shook his head in disbelief, yet in the back of his mind he felt like he did this all-cause the girl he loved in pain. Still shook that all off as he went to go take a shower and change into some freshly clean clothing.
He looked himself in the mirror and took a deep breath once he was finished cleaning himself up. He fixed his hair a little, before he looked out the window. There were still police out there, but he was a bit relieved that they were no longer talking to Amber though. Now it was his chance to comfort her.
He raced down stairs, seeing that his mother and father were getting ready to go to work. Yet he sighed in relief that they didn't ask-or found out that he was out all night.
He walked over to Amber while his lips were slightly pressed into a thin line. He's known the girl through the majority of his life, yet he was so nervous to go and talk to her. Why? It was easy to pull a simple prank on her at school, and that was always an excuse for him to talk to her. It always ends with teasing each other and some more joking around or even make her laugh in some of their classes. What could go wrong?
Once he got there though, he could have sworn his heart dropped and he gulped hard. She was with her boyfriend-of course. "How can I be so stupid?" He mumbled underneath his breath. He was caught up with comforting her and trying to win her heart, he completely forgot about her boyfriend-Mick.
He turned his back to leave the two some privacy and just head back home until he heard a voice. "Jerome." He was hoping that when he turned around it would have been her, but it wasn't.
