Heartbroken Orphan Werewolf Girl

Chapter Two - Running

Before Bethica and I could even sit down, we had reached the high school, and everyone started walking out.

As I entered the school building, all alone, I walked slowly through the hall, dragging my feet, looking down on the floor to avoid eye contact with anyone. No one knew who I was, nobody cared, I had no one to talk to.

First period, I had English with Mr Ferrero. Second period I had Maths with Ms. German.

The day was dragging on, I could barely concentrate on anything being said. I hadn't been sleeping or eating well the last couple of weeks.

By third period History with Mr. Voss I was slipping in and out of sleep.

"Marybethbethbeth." He calls for me once class is over and we're packing up.

Mr Voss walks over to me as everyone else leaves the class.

"Marybethbethbeth, I know you're grieving, but you gotta take care of yourself. It's been 2 weeks since the murders. Surely you've realised there's nothing you could have done and nothing you can do now to change the past. You've got to move on and focus on yourself and your future." He advises, furrowing his eyebrow.

I take a gulp and nod at him.

"Good. Say hello to your parents for me." He says, and I walk away pondering on what he has said.

During lunch, I bought a small meal from the canteen and sat in a quiet, hidden corner of the school, trying to wake myself up enough to get through the rest of the day.

After fourth period Science with Mrs. Farquad, I began my long walk back home.

About two minutes in, the weather had changed and it began to rain hard. Unfortunately I didn't have an umbrella and got wet.

Opening the front door to my home, I was greeted with nothing. The house was dark and silent and empty and cold, and again I felt lonely.

I walked in and ran upstairs to clean myself up. I couldn't risk catching a cold and missing more school, as I had missed so much school already.

When I ran downstairs after my shower, the strong aroma of a roast chicken entered my nostrils.

I ran into the living room to turn the fireplace on before running into the kitchen to eat the delicious dinner that had been prepared for me.

"How was your day?" My brother Nathanon asked me as we ate the roast pork he had prepared for us.

"It was fine." I answered, poking at the food on my plate.

Nathanon was an amazing chef. He was my older brother that came home occasionally to cook for me.

"Do the dishes." He says harshly before getting up and leaving my home.

I run to the sink to wash our dishes, before running to the living room and sitting in front of the fireplace.

I was now nicely toasted and warm and my long wet black hair was dry.

While watching the news, I had managed to slip into a deep rest on the floor in front of the fireplace.

The strong warmth of the flames in front of me reminded me of the night my home was burned down by a rival gang. I was in the front yard playing in the snow and witnessed them pour gasoline in and around my house. Thankfully only my sister Virginadette was inside and managed to get out of the house without injury. She was in hospital for 6 months due to some burns on her legs.

I awoke suddenly from the nightmare that was a memory with sweat dripping down my face. My palms were sweaty. My knees were weak. My arms were heavy.