"When tempted, no one should say "God is tempting me." For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does He tempt anyone; but each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it give...
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My eyes slowly flattered open, a rather painful experience, the bright white light almost blinding me after being accustomed to obscurity for such a long time period. I looked around the room and immediately recognized I was in a hospital bed.
A little to the left there were both my mother and father sitting in chairs. My mother was reading a book while my father looked through the newspaper. They didn't notice yet that I was awake.
Suddenly, I shrieked in pain as the bite on my neck started heating up, making both of them look up from their books and come near my bed to see what had happened. My eyes rolled back in my skull and my spine arched, making me choke on my own saliva. My parents called a doctor to come in and check on me. I was convulsing terribly and I felt as if there was venom inside of me trying to take over each and every organ I had.
A few nurses rushed in and tried to hold me down while a doctor injected my forearm with a syringe. I stopped convulsing thanks to it. I was panting heavily as my trembling right hand slowly went up to my neck to feel the two holes that the bastard had left. But to my horror, there was nothing near just two holes there.
It was a whole bite on my neck, which was already inflamed and septic and I bet it was bruised as well. I let out a cry after palpating it for a quick second. I had never felt such a tremendous amount of pain in my life before.
"Rachel, what happened to you?!" My mother cried. She wanted to cup my face, but was too afraid to touch me so not to hurt me. I looked at her worried face and then at my father's. I felt parched and my throat was completely dry, but I still managed to mutter out a few words. "I've been attacked... by an animal."
She gasped and covered her mouth with her palm. "It... broke in through my window. I tried to fight it off..." I looked up at the ceiling, my dry lips halfway parted, recalling in my head what had happened that night. "...but he overpowered me." I said with a tint of hatred in my voice. My mother started crying and my father comforted her while looking at me with tears in his eyes.
"You should have come with us when we moved out! There are no wild animals in the city that can harm you there, Rachel!" I scoffed quietly, as much as my leftover powers let me, and replied, more like a whisper, "I think this animal can live in the city as well, dad..."
