Abreaction- Sequel to "Like A Skyscraper"

Voices

Stay inside

You don't want to be seem

But I want to go out. I want to see the town

But what if the alpha is there?

Yeah!

Stick to the shadows, stay inside

Stick to the shadows, stay away

~

I wanted so badly to go explore, to go out and see where that explosion was. But they were right. What IF that alpha was still out there? They could be helpful, but they could also kill me. Plenty of people have tried

I looked down at the dark blue hoodie I used as a pillow, then reached over and fished out the pocketknife. Flicking it out the blade appeared, my fingers caressing the cool steel. I could feel the pain and anguish from the weapon. I've had to use it several times for self-defense, and others have even used it against me. I don't know why I still keep it, even if I did fight it was with my claws.

I guess it was just me trying to retain my "human side"

I could hear the screams coming off the blade like they were just down the hall. Remembering the second time I had to use this was both terrifying and exhilarating. My first foster dad attacked me after I accidentally broke a plate. He was pissed and I could feel it. It nearly knocked me out, all that rage.

~

I stumbled up and ran out of the kitchen, going up the stairs hoping I could just hide. When I reached my room, a pang of terror broke out in me. I realized that the door didn't have a lock on it, and the closet wasn't the option. I raced towards the window, hoping I could just jump out, but the drop was right into concrete: not good. I grabbed my backpack, hoping I could use it as a shield.

"C'mere!" He snapped

I quickly turned to face him, and suddenly something flew out of my backpack and hitting the wall.

It was...a pocketknife?

I saw him in my doorway, and I quickly dropped the backpack and grabbed the knife. He stomped towards me and was a mere three feet away when I flicked the blade out at him

~

For some strange reason, I knew exactly how to use it

I looked down at my bare wrists, wondering if I ever cut myself before, and if that's why I had the pocketknife. Btu I didn't have any scars, and yeah the foster homes got hellish, but I never did that. So that couldn't have been it.

The sun was starting to set, so I decided to head out towards the town. I grabbed my hoodie and pulled it on before heading out, making sure to keep the knife stored off in my backpack.

I ran towards the town, noticing that most of the buildings didn't have lights on. Scratch that, all the houses were dark.

"TRICK OR TREAT!"

I jumped at the noise and saw three children surrounding a scruffy looking man. He stared at them for a moment before giving them all candy. they watching him expectantly, wanting more. Kids always want more

Suddenly his eye color changed. He grew fangs

The kids screamed

The voices screamed

RUN AWAY!

GET OUTTA HERE!

The kids ran off

He looked at me. He looked straight at me

There was muffled voices. The air was filled with a murky smell, like a lake. I remember a sharp pain in my arm. I screamed. Suddenly the vision faded and another appeared. I was freezing and shaking. I said something "Derek, please" There was a stabbing pain in my stomach, and I howled in pain

I clutched my head at the intense pain. It was like my entire being was on fire!

I looked up at the man. Was his name Derek?

RUN AWAY!

HE'S GOING TO KILL YOU

I raced away, terrified that the voices would be right this time. My feet flew as I got out of the street, down an alley, racing through the town and out towards the burned house again