10. Uncontrolled

Waking up in the morning, well let's just say that I wish I hadn't woken up. My body was so sore that I could barely move and I was bruised from head to toe. I was not going to stay home though, that was going to raise suspicion. So with all of the little bit of strength I can muster I get out of bed and go through my morning routine, rather begrudgingly I may add.

On the bus ride to school and before first period I go through the motions and banter with my friends, kiss my newfound girlfriend a little, and give my homework to Sam and Dylan to copy. Being smarter than them made it so they tortured me until I allowed them to copy it since the girls wouldn't.

But in reality things were far from okay. I was a walking bruise, my bones felt broken, and it hurt to breathe. My life seemed to not belong to me but to a past version of myself, I think that was it. I was craving blood which had something to do with being a Halfling. And oh right there were purple creatures and a fat man hunting me.

The only good thing was that there wasn't another confrontation with Bill, who was also somehow connected to this. And I actually remembered first period today unlike yesterday which was a plus. During biology I was a little torn about asking Ms. Tall for more answers or not. In the end I didn't.

I had no idea what to even ask, or if she would have even answered anything else after all of the cryptic answers from yesterday. Even though I really wanted to ask her about the blood thing, all my imagination could come up with was vampire, which was even more insane than past lives. More than likely I was a mutant which was why I was so much stronger and stuff, vampires didn't exist.

The guy with the green hair and the other guy named Harkat were on my mind. Maybe they knew Ms. Tall. It would make sense but saying that nothing made sense anymore I had no clue what to think.

She avoided my gaze the entire time so I couldn't ask her anything anyway and I didn't really care either way.

By the time I walked into gym I was panicking. My body was so beat up that I had no idea how the hell I was going to handle that. As it turns out we were playing football again too. Just my luck since we were being split into actual players and non-players again. The guys were not going to go easy on me and as the county champions this year they were extremely effective when it came to tackling me.

I glared at Coach, I know he didn't know I was hurt but I was still pissed nonetheless. He must have felt it too because he turns his head in my direction and shivers when he sees me. A hiss makes its way up my throat and it escapes in a low sound, low enough that he couldn't hear it. Oh he felt it through and tries to turn his head away, but can't. Ugh I just wish he would let me go to the other game where it wasn't actual players and help them.

A loud pitched whistle screeches and he gestures me over. Shit he was going to give me detention or something just for looking at him. To my surprise he didn't though. Instead he asks me to go over and help the other people work on their pathetic excuses for a pass. I stare at him dumbstruck until he pushes me over there. With a wince I rush over to Anna and fix her arm before going to a few others.

Was coach special like me and could read my mind?

It didn't matter though and I don't dwell on it for very long. There was so much in my life right now that I couldn't be bothered to worry about something else now. During gym Madam Octa crawled onto my shoulder. I hadn't seen her all day so it was a bit surprising to see her. She was such a constant recently that it was starting to feel weird without her in my life. Wow I really just said that about a spider.

Then lunch came and sitting with my friends turned out to be more difficult that I imagined. Dylan always has to punch me, well him and Lindsay, so whenever either one would try to I would have to dodge it, which also hurt like hell. On top of that even Anna's arm around me also hurt.

My appetite was missing. The sandwich I had didn't taste good whatsoever. What I was craving was a giant steak, which from the Science channel I knew meant that I was iron deprived. I had never had an iron issue.

The only other thing I was craving was pickled onions. They had always been my favorite snack and I always loved them but now it seemed more than that. As if part of me was literally dying without them. So it was a very good thing that I managed to snag some this morning and sneak them into my lunch, Mom didn't like me to eat them saying that it made my breath too smelly.

Sam, who despised the smell of them as well, grabs them and tosses them into the trashcan. Just as before in gym class my ire boils over the top and before I can realize what I'm doing my arms reach across the table and I lunge at his neck. Squeezing hard enough to chock him without leaving any marks. Right at the point where it's about to be too much for him three identical gasps from around me bring me back to reality. Snapping out of it I let go of him.

I look down in shame and have no idea what to say, how do I explain to them that I didn't mean to do it? They look at me expectantly and Anna slides away from me. "You just got punked?" I squeak and it sounds pathetic even to me. Nobody says a word and I sigh, "I'm sorry." Without another glance at any of them I get up and turn away. It was obvious that they were all uncomfortable with me around.

With nowhere to go I start walking around the football field. There's a loan ball sitting on the sidelines and I grab it, heading to the end zone. Looking up I take a big breath as if I was about to play a game and throw the ball. I'm a quarterback and a great one at that considering my age, but even I couldn't throw it too far. Yet the ball soars through the air and ends up going right through the tire hanging from the posts in the opposite end zone.

Another ball is sitting at my feet and I throw it to the ground in aggravation. Probably the wrong move saying that it ended up making a hole in the field. Great is football out of the question now too?

The bell rings so without a glance at the field I walk back into the school to head to class. On my way there I walk past the nurse's office and freeze when I see Sam sitting there with an icepack on his neck. I frown at myself and walk in. "Dude are you okay?"

"You suddenly care, do you Matt?"

I walk over and sit next to him, "Just don't. I said I was sorry and in all honesty I have no idea what I even did."

"It was pretty obvious from where the rest of us were sitting. What's gotten into you lately?"

"I wish I knew," I laugh dryly.

He frowns, "I told Coach that you weren't on steroids the other day but are you? Or are you on drugs? Because I swear you aren't the Matt I've grown up with. You've been impulsive and erratic and frankly I have no idea how to explain your behavior to you."

"You sound like my parents."

"I was serious we've all talked about it. You know Anna's been thinking maybe you two can't even work out since you've gotten so weird."

I nod, "I didn't but I'm not surprised."

We're both silent for a moment and then suddenly a fist comes flying towards my face. Reacting on instinct I grab it and twist his arm backwards. Shock fills my veins and I am suddenly frozen. Then suddenly another fist comes out of nowhere and I don't react. Sam's fist contacts with my face and I groan in agony. Thankfully he doesn't have the best hook in the world and doesn't manage to do any damage. But on top of the injuries I sustained yesterday this just made it that much worse.

That feeling comes over me again and I want to rip his head off. I grab some random item next to me and I'm about to hit him over the head when I'm suddenly in a fight with the guy I saw in the hospital during my first vision. He's coming out me just as I'm going after Sam.

It does the trick and I drop whatever it is I'm holding. "Something's wrong with me," I tell him honestly and he gives me a strange look, not sure what to say.

"What are you on?"

"Nothing," I whimper and try my best to gain control of my emotions because I was seriously feeling like a girl right now with how moody I was. He gives me a disbelieving glance. "I'm serious; I'm not on any drugs."
"Then what is it?" he asks as we both walk out of the nurse's with icepacks in our hands. Now I'm really not sure what to do, do I tell him the truth or not?

We go to the office and try to convince the secretary to let Dylan out of class. Sam tries first and fails epically. When I go and ask her she also turns me down. Anger boils beneath my skin and I scream in my head to let her let him go. Out loud I ask her nicely and bat my eyelashes, which Anna loves, and she calls him down.

Dylan gives me the death glare as he meets us outside of the office. I smile at him but he just punches my jaw. Unlike Sam Dyl has two older brothers and knows how to pack a punch. And if it wasn't before my jaw is now definitely broken, it hurts to even talk, but I shrug it off. My jaw's been broken before but even though this is just as bad it doesn't seem as bad as it should have been. Must be something to do with being whatever I am.

My two friends whisper to each other, presumably about me but I manage to tune them out. I'm in so much pain that their words can't even register in my head. All I can think about is how much my face hurts. It starts to feel a little better as we reach our favorite hidden closet in the locker room.

On the first day of football season Dylan was so excited and literally was bouncing off of walls. One said wall turned out to be a hidden door to an old supply closet. At first we were positive somebody was hiding a dead body in there, but there were none. Ever since then it had become a sort of hidden place for the three of us to go. We eve furnished it a little; it was relatively big, with a few couches.

I sit down on my normal seat, making sure to stay as far away from them as possible so that I didn't hurt them again. Sam turns to me and repeats his earlier question, "What are you on?"

"I told you I'm on nothing," I yell in aggravation.

"Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery," Dylan says half-jokingly.

"Oh I know I have a problem," I snort. "It's just not drug related."

"So you weren't completely out of control as if you were high when you almost chocked me to death."
"And you haven't been like PCP strong lately," Dylan adds."

"No I was, but it isn't drugs."

"Then what else explains it!"

"I don't know, nobody will tell me. But I've had creepy purple people kidnap me yesterday and I know things I shouldn't and I can do things that no ordinary person should be able to do! I don't think I'm human," I whisper.

"Come talk to us when you actually have the truth," Dylan tells me and he and Sam get up to leave.

Another growl rumbles in my chest. How dare they not believe me! Faster than they could see I jump in front of the door and crouch in front of it. "Nobody's leaving."

They stare at me in fear, "Okay," Sam mumbles and sits back down with a pissed off Dylan right next to him.

They gasp, "Matt, what's wrong with your eyes?'

I look in a mirror hanging on the wall and my eyes widen in disbelief. Instead of the already startling emerald green that proves I'm adopted, okay I'm not but I didn't get my eyes from anyone even though now I guess the old version of me did, weren't green anymore. Instead staring at me was a beast.

My face was contorted in a menacing glower as if I was going to pounce and kill them. My mouth was open in a snarl. But most shocking were the eyes. My eyes were a bright silver with swirling red and black in them, almost no pupil. I suddenly get angry at the situation again and one turns pure black while the other turns bright red.

"Believe me now?"