Messing up the Wolf

TABITHA {Chapter One}

Curly brown hair blew in the wind. A dress flowed with the wind as well. He looked up to her unique green eyes. The eyes he loved so much. She smiled at him and he blushed. Her name one of the weirdest names he had ever heard, weird but beautiful. ‘Tabitha...’ He said walking over to her, books in hand. She started walking towards him as well. When they reached each other she grabbed his hand and kissed his cheek.

‘Keenan...’ Tabitha said looking to the boy who had called her name. They were not in a relationship. Just really close. She was happy to just see him. Just once.

‘I missed you.’ He said looking down to the floor. Tabitha pulled his head up and looked into his bright blue eyes. She would always remember those bright blue eyes. Wondrous blue eyes that Tabitha thought could hold the world. She ran her fingers through his dark hair and savoured the softness.

‘What are you two doing?’ Tabitha pulled her hands away. They turned to the blond girl. Keenan gulped. He looked to Tabitha and tried to remember her face before they would be split. The blond girl walked over and slapped Tabitha. Tabitha fell to the floor in a heap and Keenan did not try to help her, it would get him in trouble. Tabitha didn’t want that.

The girl grabbed Tabitha’s wrist and dragged her up. ‘Stay away from my daughter.’ She said as she dragged Tabitha through the trees and back into the sight of many others.

Tabitha was told to sit down at the table and so she did. Her mother sat across from her. She looked concerned. Tabitha was confused. ‘Where did he hurt you Tabitha?’ Tabitha was taken aback.

‘What? Who hurt me?’ Her mother sat back and sighed.

‘You don’t have to keep it in, you can tell me.’ Tabitha stood up and looked down to her mother.

‘No one has hurt me. Keenan has never hurt me. We aren’t even in a relationship.’ Tabitha walked around to her mother and gave her a big hug. ‘There is nothing to worry about.’ Tabitha pulled away and began to walk away. Her mother stood up and stopped her from leaving.

‘Are you sure?’ Tabitha’s forehead creased.

‘Definitely. Who has been telling you stuff like this?’ Her mother sighed.

‘Your friend Trinity.’ Tabitha sighed and stormed away. Trinity had always told lies about Tabitha to her own family members. Trinity was supposed to be her friend but somehow she always got that confused with hating her.

Tabitha slammed her room’s door and threw herself on her bed. She removed her shoes and socks. Her mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs something but Tabitha didn’t hear. She pulled herself up and opened her door. ‘What?’ She shouted.

‘I’m going out for a little bit. Don’t wreck the house.’ Tabitha sighed. Like you would anyway, you are too goody two shoes. Tabitha threw her head back. The voice was here to cheerfully make her life a living hell.

Tabitha had remembered talking to the voice as a child and her mother picked up on it. It was after Tabitha’s dad, Smith, had left the family and moved to Canada. After numerous psychology sessions with the top psychologist in all of England the voice had still not gone. Tabitha was told she had to live with it and it might just disappear.

Sometimes she spilled her feelings to it but then remembered it was in her head. It already knew her feelings and thoughts before she did. It had begun to be quieter in the past few years. Tabitha only enjoyed its sarcastic accompaniment when it wanted to chirp in, like a child that knows no better than to talk back to its parent.