"Hi, I'm [Y/N]," you say.
You heard a chorus of "Hi [Y/N]."
You continued. "I started getting bullied when I was about thirteen. I've tried to kill myself a couple times, uh, and that's why I'm here."
"Care to elaborate? Maybe tell us why you attempted suicide?" Ms. Jones spoke.
"I hated my life," you tell her. "I hated waking up in the morning. I hated heading to school knowing they'd be there. I hated coming home to my family and pretending I was okay, lying to them. I had no friends. My grades sucked. My parents worked all the time and we still had no money. So I took the easy way out. I made myself bleed but that didn't work. I tried to hang myself with a belt but that didn't work. I mean, I ran in front of a semi and I'm still here! A few teenage girls could break me to my core by telling me I was a bitch, but I got hit by a semi truck and was only in the hospital for two days. I just want to feel stronger."
The people in my group couldn't have cared less about my problems. They all had their own screwed up lives to attend to. All except for one. A tall, dark haired man dressed in a leather jacket. He had a serious look on his face, but was staring directly at me. Not blinking, not moving. His arms were crossed and he was leaned back. If it weren't for his pupils focusing, I'd have said he were dead.
"Derek," Ms. Jones must have taken notice to the man's stare. "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing," Derek said. His voice was higher than I expected it to be. And when he opened his mouth I could see he had chipmunk-like teeth. Adorable, really, in contrast to the rest of his vibe.
"You're meditating, then?" Ms. Jones asked a little sarcastically.
"It's five o'clock," Derek said. You weren't sure how he knew that, considering his back faced the clock and he wore no watch. "It's time for you to let us out of here."
"Alright," Ms. Jones said, annoyed. "Next time, we start with Derek."
You waited until everyone else had gone before you even stood up. You walked through the hall of the building and out to the parking lot where your bike was locked into the rack. You were on the road within a minute.
After about ten minutes of peaceful riding, you spotted something up ahead. You didn't think much of it. There were simply three people standing on the road. It appeared as if their car had broken down. It was who the people were that almost made your heart stop. Elena, Maddie and Kaya. The girls who made you attempt suicide. Three times.
Elena's face lit up with evil joy when she saw you. "[Y/N]!"
Bike past them, you told yourself. Don't say anything.
But there was no way you could avoid them now. Maddie and Kaya grabbed at your shirt, pulling you from the bike. They screeched like hyennas as you fell to the road. Pain exploded from your elbow. Blood leaked onto the ground.
You had to get away from them. The woods were just on the side of the road. They surely would follow you, which meant you had to play them. Make them think they were sending you against your will.
"I have to get home," you groaned. They only laughed.
"We can send you on a shortcut," Kaya said. "But we can't send you home looking like that." A fake sincereness dripped from her cold voice.
The three girls gathered around you and kicked, giggling as they did so. Elena got you hard in the ankle.
Your vision blurred. Pain or tears, you couldn't tell. You could feel six hands grabbing you, saying something. You couldn't focus on their voices. They sent you rolling down the hill into the woods.
Pain came out of every roll. You rolled and rolled and rolled, not being able to see. You did feel yourself stop, though. You'd hit a pair of legs.
You lay on the ground for a minute more, the person's feet underneath you. When you finally did manage to focus your vision, you were surprised. It was Derek.
"What, do you live in the woods or something?" You asked.
Derek almost smiled. Almost. "In half of a burned down house, actually."
"Ow," you whined, sitting up.
Derek knelt by your side. "Wouldn't it be great if you no longer had to feel pain?"
"You selling something?"
Derek did smile. He put his hand on your knee in a way that made you feel comfortable. Something dark travelled up his veins and the pain nearly disappeared.
"Holy shit," you said. This was surprising, but you'd watched enough Buffy the Vampire Slayer that you weren't going to freak out. "Are you a vampire?"
Derek actually laughed this time, "Werewolf. And I can help you feel stronger."
It was you who laughed this time. "You should have rehearsed that. You sound stupid."
"Do you want the bite or not, [Y/N]?" Derek asked. "I'm forming a pack. I've already recruited three kids from your school."
"Who?" You asked, already seriously considering accepting "the bite".
"Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes and Vernon Boyd," Derek told you.
"And what will this do to me?"
"You'll have enhanced strength, speed, agility. You can take others pain, you heal faster. You can stand up for yourself."
"Okay," you said shakily, still on the ground. "Let's do this."
You leaned back onto your elbows. Derek leaned forward, his face transforming into that of a werewolf. He moved towards your side.
"Wait," you stopped him. "You're going to bite my stomach?"
"Where do you want me to bite you?"
"I don't know! Not there," you said.
"Shoulder?" He asked.
"God, this is awkward."
Derek, with a straight face, sank his teeth into your shoulder.
"Ah," you said, pain seeking your shoulder. Derek pulled away. "Am I a werewolf now?"
"It takes a few minutes," Derek said.
"So we're just going to sit here?" You asked. "This is weird."
"We can begin training."
"You didn't tell me I had to train," you said. Suddenly you could feel your shoulder healing. This is awesome.
"I have a better idea," you said. "Let's go get my bike."
