The Genocide

Chapter Seven

I stared at the screen before me blankly. I was seeing if one of my Half friends from another pack had answered any of my emails I had sent her over the past few months. Once we had got back to Harry's house I had bugged him for his wifi password until he found the slip of paper he had scrawled it down on. Then he wouldn't even let me type it into my own computer; he had to do it.

It's like he doesn't even trust me!

The emails were sent and unanswered. I was praying that Bernice was still alive but in this world it was unrealistic. But somehow I wished that she fought against the odds like I did and that she was alive, healthy, and unharmed.

To be honest it seemed like I was asking a lot. The only other Half that I knew of was Darwin. All the others were killed, but what about what Darwin and dad was saying? About the pack Harry supposedly killed? Wasn't the pack a safe haven for my kind? I couldn't believe Harry went in there and killed all those people but I did believe that there was still some good left in this world, no matter how small it is.

I shook out of my daze and sighed, dragging a hand through my hair. My hands danced across the keyboard as I attempted to think of what to say. Finally, I typed her an email:

To: Bernice

From: Melissa

Ber, I am alive... are you?

I stared at it for a bit before hitting the send button. I felt dissatisfaction at not knowing if Bernice was alive or not. I licked my dry lips and pushed my hair out of my face. I typed in Facebook and logged in. My newsfeed looked dead, literally. I hadn't friended many of my pack, just the occasional Half and most of the humans from the school I had attended. I read the statuses quietly, when I came across one.

"Emily Vancouver - Today marks the three month search for many of our fellow students. I ask that you all continue to keep the following students in your thoughts and prayers.

Kristen Bristol - Senior

Benjamin Burnett - Senior

Melissa Sanders - Senior

Kyle Kellin - Junior

Addy LoLaine - Junior

Brett Payne - Sophomore

Templar Whin - Sophomore

Jacob Rydwen - Sophomore

Sasha Maelick - Freshman

Dalton Monard - Freshman

Dawson Taegan - Freshman

Remember to keep them in your prayers. Also remember to bring your family down to the high school this weekend for a dinner as a thank you for all the search crews hosted by the student body. <3"

I hadn't noticed the steady stream of tears falling down my cheeks. I wiped at them as I read over the names. Some faces came to mind but I had no idea who the younger class men were. I felt ashamed for not knowing who they were. One name struck out on that page and that was Ben. His murder flashed across my memory as I pulled my knees in front of me. Ben was sweet... he didn't deserve to die. No one did. No one deserved to die because of their blood. It wasn't fair. I stared at his name his murder replaying again and again in my memory. Every time the gun shot, I flinched.

Bang, Bang, Bang. The gun shot echoed in my head, replaying Ben falling over dead, his mother's screams, and his father's haunted eyes. I grabbed a pillow from behind me and screamed into it. I pulled my face out and clutched onto the pillow. I stared at the floor as I thought of Ben.