Author's Note: Thank you all so much for continued support; it means more than you could ever know. Stay classy guys! ;) -Carrie
I felt like I had been running forever by the time I reached my apartment. Beads of sweat rolled down my face as I bolted straight to my room. I pulled down my blinds in case Adam decided to follow me home. What I had just seen I knew I would never unsee. He completely transformed into some sort of wolf like creature; it was horrifying. I mean he wasn't what you would call grotesque but he was covered from head to toe with hair, had claws like a dog, and the teeth of what I would describe as almost vampire like. But the extremely strange thing about it all was that he looked just like himself. I could tell it was Adam but he was just in a different form. I don't know why I ran. I don't know how I could do that to him. He was my friend; he trusted me and I let him down. What kind of person would do that? He would never forgive me for that; why would he? I wouldn't forgive. How could I possibly face him at school tomorrow with the knowledge I had just obtained. He killed someone and I never even got the chance to find out why. He said it was an accident but I still didn't understand. He was Adam; I never saw a hateful bone in his body and know he's confessing to murder. The thought made me sick. In fact it really did for only a few moment later a wave of nausea hit me and I ran to the bathroom emptying the contents of my stomach into the porcelain throne. I didn't know if it was the fear or the fact I ran so incredibly fast without as much as a second of rest that had made me sick like that but I felt like utter crap at that moment. I knew I could use this to my advantage to stay home from school the next day to gather my thoughts and decide the best way to go about this whole situation. I slid into my bed and wrapped myself tight in the covers as if they had some magical powers to protect me from the outside. Exhaustion took over me but my constant nightmares of what had happened a few hours earlier woke me up many times throughout the night. I wouldn't dare wake my dad at this hour so I lay sleepless, mind racing. Adam wasn't human; he was also a murderer. I couldn't wrap my mind around that. Was this simply a dream? How could it be real? Things like this didn't just happen. This was all just a fantasy world I created and by morning it would all go away. I knew in my heart however, that was the furthest thing from the truth.
