Here's the next chapter. It's a bit intense; you have been warned. You might cry I almost did. Almost.

And my favorite part: dedication. To Rachelalicexx and chinadoll381282001 for following and special thanks to chinadoll381282001 for favoriting my story. Yes favoriting is a correct word, I googled :D

It's like I'm in this dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the you're right back on it
Reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off
And left me so burnt, spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe I needed to grow up a little first
Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
But I am coming for closure

-Bad guy, Eminem

Chapter 2: When she hits rock bottom

I closed my eyes, not able to bear the jolt of electricity that passed through my nerves. I felt like I am exploding from the center to the maximum range of elasticity of my muscles' capability. I felt a range of emotions swashing themselves together into a turbid mixture. I recognized anger the better out of all.

I felt some emotions foreign to me; exhaustion, confusion, familiarity, recognition and panic. They were very foreign like radiating from outside to me; I felt their presence but not inside me.

I panicked and leaped front and heard crashing sound.

I opened my eyes to look at the two pairs of eyes brimming with worry and sadness. They both were shocked and looked like they just witnessed their worst nightmare unfold in front of their eyes.

My surrounding was a mess.

I moved my hands to hold my father who seemed to have lost his balance and started to fall. To my surprise I saw grey paws.

I jumped in surprise and hit the ceiling!

My mind was a huge commotion to figure out what the fuck was going on.

I looked around and caught my reflection in one of our family pictures. I saw a grey-ish white wolf, size of a horse, reflected from part of the picture where I stood next to my baby brother.

Shit. That's me. I am a fucking wolf!

I heard my mom shout my dad's name.

I snapped my head fast, to see him on the floor, looking at me like he betrayed me and take his last breathe…

His eyes stared right at me, lifeless.

The soul that danced in his eyes every time he saw me, was gone and I knew I just witnessed my dad go.

I was an emotional mess that I couldn't even place what I feel now; sorrow, misery, helplessness.

I thought I just hit rock bottom and loneliness was crushing me from all the sides.

But no, I was far from alone right now. I felt someone in my head if that was even possible.

I heard my brother call out my name standing in the door way, I turned around and saw him vibrating, wildly.

I, again, felt the foreign feeling that recognized was going on and worry seeped through me from outside.

I just don't know what the hell I am- or whoever it was in my head- was worrying about.

I didn't have to wait long to find out.

Seth, my baby brother, was exploding into a sandy brown wolf in our living room.

It was terrifying to watch the person you love going through what you knew as a terrible pain, that you experienced first hand just a few seconds ago.

Again the familiar feeling of helplessness was rushing back to me.

I just wish I could undo everything that happened for the last five minutes and go back to bitching about Sam.

I saw myself looking through Seth's eyes, in my mind. I was alarmed beyond humanly possible, judging by my brother's reaction I think he, too, had just seen himself through my eyes.

I turned to look at my mother, my only comfort, who could save me from myself now.

She was hugging my father and crying on the floor. When she saw I was asking for her, she came forward, shoulders straight, like trying to be strong for both of us. She wiped away the tears running down from my eyes and hugged me and motioned my brother to us.

I heard lot of voices in my head, in the background. I don't know what I have been through or what is going on but I do know that my life is never going to be the same, never.

I once read that to Jane Austen, life seemed but a quick succession of busy nothings. But my life though, is a quick succession of disasters.

I hope you liked the quote!

Again you know what happens next but I bet you wouldn't have heard like I'd written.

To me the best 3 R's are Read, Rejoice and Review!

Love- Ceci

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