↳𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 is forced to move to Beacon Hills, after things look up for her brother Jordan. She is terrified of the thing that keeps growing inside of her, whilst she cluelessly watches. She seeks for help from a little pack, yet someone i...
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♧︎𝐘/𝐍
I looked past the many trees as I passed the tedious and endless road to Jordan and I's new home in Beacon Hills, California.
It was almost noon by the time our car pulled into the decently large driveway, it was a nice house. I'm surprised Jordan could afford such listings with his income.
"Great choice, how'd you get it for such a cheap price though?" I asked, tilting my head. "I don't know, it was on the market and the previous owners didn't really specify the reason of the price drop, must be some pipe or electrical issues." He shrugged it off.
Maybe it's haunted, who knows? It would be exciting to have a creepy factor added onto this "Out of the blue" Creepy move-in.
I spent the rest of the evening unpacking the necessary things I needed for tomorrow—My first day of school. I looked through the many shirts, pants, and skirts I had, loosely adjusting them around my frame in front of my mirror.
As I was switching between two pairs of pants I noticed a bruise on my forearm, it wasn't like any other bruise. It's colors danced flamboyantly on my arm and it looked like some of my bones were gently poking through, just barely leaving my skin.
I shrieked in horror, rushing to my bathroom. I tried everything from washing it off to frantically scrubbing it, yet to no avail.
Jordan shuffled into the bathroom, apprehensively holding the doorframe for support. "Are you okay? Is something wrong??" He pressed.
"Yeah, yeah. It's nothing. Just a spider." I omitted, radiating discomfort. Jordan left my room and I was alone with a creature growing inside my arm.
What the hell is that? I have nowhere to run to, no one to ask, and nowhere to seek help. I have to keep this to myself, but learn to contain it.
I scoured for any bandage I could find between my luggage, and wrapped it ever so tightly on the macabre bruise.
The trepidation radiated from my mind and body, I could feel every single spec of my aura. I could smell it, and it was making me sick.
I pushed back the feeling of nausea and forced myself into a deep slumber.
— EEP! EEP! EEP!
Oh god. First days.
First days are okay in general, but they aren't when you're the "New kid" You'll never grow out of that nickname unless you become known for something else, and most of the time it's always something horrible.
