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I got home and plopped down on my bed. Wow, what a day! I was laying there wondering what that Jasper guy meant by 'I sure hope so'. When the next thing I know I was hearing the front door click closed. A thing I shouldn't have been able to hear, but now can since the attack… I could hear someone making their way up the stairs, another thing I shouldn't be able to hear. Weird. My mom said she wouldn't be back until next week…
I creep out of my room as quietly as possible to investigate. I couldn't help but think that this is how people get killed in every horror movie ever made. Horror movie rule #1: Do Not, under any circumstances, investigate the mysterious noise. I peek around the corner, plastic baseball bat, that I grabbed on my way out of the room, in hand. Only to find it was Jen coming to check up on me.
"Son of a bitch, Jen! You scared the crap out of me!" I nearly shouted at her.
"So you were going to beat me to death with a plastic orange baseball bat." She joked, half serious.
"I don't know… maybe I still should…" I replied holding the bat like I was going to hit her with it.
"You better not." She said backing away.
"Oh, and why not?" I asked with a devious smile on my face. I tapped her lightly on the arm with it, and giggled as if I was 8, not 18.
"Oh, you're going down Tanner." She said with a smile matching mine.
"Bring it." I responded.
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After our wrestling match, we settled in to the couch to watch the Supernatural. Jen was a Sam girl, she thought his extremely tall frame piled with, what I thought was, an excess of muscles was really hot. While I was more of a Dean girl, the leather and jeans look is and has always been my type.
It was one of my favorite episodes, up there with 'criss angel's a douche bag' and 'it's the great pumpkin Sam Winchester', it was 'Sam, interrupted'.
After that we both passed out on the couch.
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After Jen left the next mourning I went for a walk in the woods. My throat was burning, but I felt like walking anyway. After walking for a bit I came across a herd of deer. Before I knew it I lunged. Strait for the deer's throat, I could feel my teeth sink in through the skin and muscle; I could taste the blood in my mouth cooling the burn in my throat as it slid warmly down.
After the deer was completely drained I fell to the ground sobbing, no tears came, but my eyes wanted to, desperately. What had come over me? Why had I done that? My throat burned less but I felt disgusted with my self.
Just then I heard a rustling in the woods. Before I knew it there was a tall figure standing over my with a look of confusion and sympathy on his face.