Chapter five

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*If you want, you can start the music here. I just added it because it fits Misty.*

Misty

The academy was quite except for Stevie Nicks' "Edge of seventeen" playing softly on the radio. Madison was already asleep on the couch and to be honest, I couldn't blame her. The bites have gone pretty deep, the cuts too. Madison's groan filled the room, slightly drowned out by the music. She lifted her head slightly off the couch and looked in my direction.
"You might not want to move much." I walked over to her as she tried to sit up.
"I'll be fine." She muttered. I sat down on the couch with her, as she muttered something that I couldn't understand. I sighed, blowing a peice of hair out of my face. I checked the cut on Madison's arm, the mud still visible. The cut was healed though, included the smaller scratches around it. It was confusing at first but I'm guessing I added too much mud.
"Do you feel, anything?" I asked. She shook her head, standing up from the couch and snagging a cigarette. She brought the flame of her lighter to the end of her cigarette and blew smoke from the corner of her mouth.
"I still feel miserable but I don't feel any pain." She explained softly, holding the cigarette between two of her fingers.

"I'm guessing it's not the same as when you.." I paused. She shook her head.
"I didn't feel shit when you brought me back. No pain, nothing." She said, blowing out more smoke from her mouth.
"Care to describe what happened?"
Madison let out a sigh, then came back to the couch.
"I was in the middle of the trail and saw the human sized wolf, then it attacked me. Then it left me at the bottom of the hill." She explained. Poor Madison, can't believe that happend. Madison seemed to understand what I was thinking and surprisingly placed her hand on my shoulder.
"You don't need to feel bad." She walked off upstairs, leaving me with my thoughts. I'd never though that those words would come out of Madison's mouth. I've never heard anything like that come out her mouth. She usually didn't worry if other people felt bad. That's why she kept getting into fights with Queenie. That thought though, was soon drowned out by the music.

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