At home there was no one waiting for me. A note on my bedroom door said 'gone out on a date, we'll be back near midn ight. Mac and cheese is in the fridge'.
There was no 'I love you' or 'see you soon' on the note. I pulled the note off the door and threw it away. It was only 12:30, and I already left the school in annoyance. That was a sure ticket to detention for missing Mr Wyatt's class. He was our music teacher.
I changed out of my school clothes and into a tanktop and some shorts. I then passed out on my bed. But as soon as I closed my eyes, I had one of the strangest dreams...
**
I was sitting in a patch of grass that was surrounded by towering trees. there was a small pond in the center that was surrounded by purpleish blue flowers. It was the middle of the night, but there was a new moon.
The scene was slightly hazy aroundd the edges of my vision, but it was calming. I looked at my reflection in the pond and saw myself in a black dress with long sleves. A flower was in my hair, the same flowers that grew around the pond. A loud howl tore through the silence. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as the sound got louder.
A dark colored wolf broke through the underbrush about twenty feet away from me. I froze. I felt a strong pull towards the wolf, and the pull got stronger as the wolf drew closer. Every step forward made me want to be closer. Ten feet, seven, five...
The wolf was right in front of my now. It was slightly larger than your average wolf, at least it looked that way from where I sat. I reached out and my fingers grazed it's fur.
'My Luna. Mine. Only Mine'
**
I woke up to my stomach growling. That was enough for me to drag myself downstairs and heat up som Mac and cheese. I was still half asleep as I ate, so my movements were sluggish. What woke me up all the way was a sharp pull in my stomach.
It knocked the air out of my lungs and almost caused me to fall out my chair. There was then a knock at my door. Looking at the clock, it was 4:00. an hour after school ended. Mom and dad won't be home until later, and my aunt Mandy said she wasn't going to be able to come until next week...
I got up and pulled on a jacket. I zipped up my jacket but froze at the door. The pull in my stomach was stronger now. What the heck?
I opened the door and found Evan standing there, holding some books. He smiled when I opened the door.
"Ms collins gave us an assignment in chemistry, and you weren't there. So I told her that we could be partners" He explained "and you missed the homework"
I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just said "Can we start tomorrow, I don't feel good"
"Alright, we'll start tomorrow" he said, handing me the book we had for homework.
I ignored the sick feeling I had in my stomach when I closed the door and went back to eating my food. I suddenly didn't have an appetite anymore, so I dumped my bowl into the trash and went back to bed. The feeling just got worse the farther I went.
All I knew was that there was something wrong with me, and I needed help. But who was I supposed to ask? what would I even say? 'i need help because I keep hearing voices and feeling like I might throw up my insides' doesn't seem like a good idea. In fact, it was a one way ticket to the nuthouse.
I couldn't tell people I was hearing voices or I'd be locked up. I had to find my own way to solve this problem.
Maybe I have gone crazy.