Insane

Murderer

At the dining hall Andromeda pours me a thick dark liquid. It has a metallic scent that shouldn't appeal to me, but it does.
Blood.
I know why, I should drink it, after all, given my test results.
I put the gold rim to my lip and take a big sip.
At first it's hard for the crimson liquid to slide down my throat, but after a few more sips its fine.
I feel disgusted with myself though, drinking blood. How inhuman is that?
Andromeda explained to me through shovels of food, that the reason this civilization is underground is so the werewolves don't see full moons. It takes me a moment to realize that now I know why every once a month my father locked me in the basement was because he knew what I was. Why did he hurt me if he already knew though? I feel Alex's brown gaze on me.
Now that I really look at him, he looks familiar. Where have I seen him before?

At night I dream again.
Only this time I can see more then the man's eyes and lips. It's Alex. Alex killed my father. Alex knew what my name was because of that. He never wears T-shirts because he wants to hide it from me. Suddenly it all falls into place.
I get up, off the couch that Andromeda allowed me to sleep on, and walk into kitchen. When I get there I don't see a rude jerk, I see a murderer sipping up coffee.
It's now or never.
I clear my throat and my brunette hair falls onto my shoulders. "I know what you did." He glares at me. "And tell me, what did I do?" he leans on the counter.
"You killed my father."
Before I can blink, he slammed me into the wall and his hand locked around my throat. I can't breathe.
"If you tell anyone I will slit your throat and leave you to die!" He snarls.
I barely manage the weak nod.

The next morning Andromeda comes to wake me up.
"What happened to your neck?"
I see Alex glare at me out of the corner of my eye. "Oh, umm I must have slept weirdly." I lie, she seems to believe it. Good.
Alex looks pleased with my answer.
I swallow the lump in my throat.