New Book With No Title Yet

by marbear26

I am sorry that it is under 100% wolf. It is not. I had to put it under something in order to put it up. This is a new story I am writing. It does not have a title yet. Feedback would be nice. I am new to this. If you have a title in mine please tell me and if you have any ideas to add to the story then tell me. I hope you llike it.

2. Chapter 2

I wake up to my alarm with a new feeling. I feel there is an unknown danger very close to me. After I am done getting ready for work and walk out of my door I have the incredible urge to rip something to shreds. I have no idea where this feeling is coming from. When I get to my car and get in it goes away a little bit. When I get into my lab and smell the smell in it I feel so much better. I smell John. Has my sense of smell gotten better? I hear someone walking to this lab and walk in. Have all of my senses gotten better? How? I turn around and see John and smell him even more now. Wow, he has a good smell to him. Like the woods and masculine. He looks at me and smiles. " Hi. How are you doing? Did you sleep better last night?" He said. I smile at him and nod. He looks into my eyes and I swear he can see right into my brain like a book. " How bad?" He asked. " Why do you ask?" I asked. He laughs a little. " Why are you dodging the question?" He asked. I look down and play with my finders. "It got worse." I said. He comes close to me and grabs my hands and I have to resist the urge to lean in to him to smell him better. "How did it get worse?" He asked.

I think about lying to him but I have a feeling that he would know that it is a lie and call me out for it. "I woke up feeling like danger was next to me and when I got out of my apartment I wanted to rip something apart. It only got a little better when I got into my car and a lot better when I got here." I said. I decide not to tell him that it was because of his smell and him getting here. "I feel like I am hiding from something out there by staying in here." I said. He let go of my hands and I feel a little sad because of it but I do not say it nor do I grab his hand. I try to squish the part that says I should wrap his arms around him and rest my head on his chest.

"Do you want to hang out tonight?" He asked. I look up at him confused by the change in conversation. I nod. "Cool. What do you want to do?" He asked. I look down and shrug and try to stop myself from hoping that it will be a date. " We could go grab a pizza and eat it at my place if you want to." I said. "Sure. I can pick up the pizza and you can go get some soda or something like that if you want to." I said. I look up at him and he nods. "I will pick up some soda and some chips and popcorn." He said. I nod and look down. We then step away from each other and get to work. When it was lunch time I look at him and think about what it would be like to be kissed by him. "Hey do you want to get off early today?" I asked. He looks up at me confused. "My father did not tell you that you can get off early 4 time a month did he?" I asked. He smiles and shakes his head. I laugh a little. "Do you want to?" I asked. He nods. We get up and go to the parking lot. I give him my address and I tell him what kind of pizza I am going to pick up and he tells me what kinds of soda and popcorn he is going to pick up. After that we leave. It 40 minutes for me to get there and them to make the 2 pizza I paid for. When I get to my apartment complex I see that he has beaten me here.

When I get out of my car I feel like riping something apart but it is not as strong as it was this morning. "Sorry. Pizza took a long time. They were busy." I said. He nodded. "It is okay. I got here about 5 minutes ago. There was a long line at the store." He said and held up a couple of bags with what looked like soda and chips and popcorn. I nodded and smiled. We went to my apartment and when we got to the door I felt like running away. I look at my neighbors door which was open and I see more people inside. I think about running away but then wonder why I would do that when there is nothing to be scared of. "Are we going to go inside or are we going to just stand out here all night and watch your neighbors?" John asked from behind me. I shake my head and unlock the door and we go inside. When I lock the door behind us I feel better. We go to the kitchen and I put the pizza down and John puts the bags out and takes all of the stuff out of the bags. "Are you really that hungry?" I asked. "Well I do not know how long I will be here and you can never have to much junk food." He said with a smile. "Okay. Well the microwave is over there." I said and pointed to where the microwave was. I turned and went got us plates. When I turned back around John looked had already put the popcorn in the microwave and opened a bag of spicy cheesy chips. So do you want to eat in here or in the living room?"I asked. "The living room." He said and I picked the pizza up again and went into the living room and put the pizza and plates down and went back into the kitchen.

"Where are the cups?" He asked when I got back into the kitchen. I went to the cabinets and got out two cups and a big bowel to put the popcorn in. I gave John the bowel and picked up the sodas and back into the living room to put them down. When I did I heard the microwave go off and John open it and close it. A minute later he was next to me with a bowel of popcorn. We sat down and I picked up a slice of pizza and John did the same thing. I took a bite of pizza. When I swallowed I looked at John. "So How is working at the University so far? Is it everything you ever hoped and dreamed of?" I asked with a small laugh. John laughed a little. " It is everything and more." He said. "How long have you been working there?" He asked. "3 years." I said.

"Do you like it there?"He asked. I nodded. It stays like this for hours. We ask each other questions. Him more then me. He seemed to really want to get to know me. Soon it is dark outside and the pizza is gone along with most of the popcorn and chips and soda. In order to not feel like a fatty I cook me and John up some bean and veggie soup. While I cook he asks me more questions about my childhood and things like that and he does not stop asking even through dinner. After dinner I put the dishes in the dishwasher not really feeling like doing them all. "So did you have that dream last night?" He asked. I nod my head. "Did it get worse." He asked. I nod again. "Did you feel like killing your neighbors again?" I shake my head. He furrows his eye brows. "I felt to scared to feel that. All I wanted to do was run." I said. John looked at me with an all to knowing look for a second and then smiled and rubbed the top of my head. " Are you turning into those people who are scared of their own shadows and footsteps?" He asked. He laughed and I laughed a little as well. He was right. I had no reason to be scared. I was being silly.

When we were done laughing we talked some more about our childhoods and then he had to leave. I told him I would see him tomorrow while he walked out the door and he said bye and then it was just me in my livingroom. I felt alone and scared again. This is silly. Scared in my house. I decided to take a shower and then go to bed. When I got into bed I was so scared and tired. I had no idea what was going on with me. Maybe I need to see a doctor. I fell asleep with plans to visit a walk in clinic tomorrow to see what was going on with me.

I wake up the next day after the same dream covered in sweat again. After a shower. I get dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and then got into my car and went to the nearest hospital with a walk in clinic and signed in and then sat down in one of the waiting room chairs and waited to be seen by a doctor.