They say misery breeds company right? Or some shit like that. Apparently I'm not that great to be around since everyone keeps leaving me anyway. No one leaves Jackson Whittemore, I leave them. They don't get to decide when they can go... Can they? Whatever I'm not some little bitch that gets to be toyed with. She doesn't get the satisfactory of seeing me upset. I'll just get with as many girls until she realizes that she made a mistake. My thoughts were running frantically as I somehow ended up in the woods. I looked around confused but decided to keep walking.
The woods weren't exactly safe being that there were hunters and other wolves wanting to rip people like me apart, but I didn't really care at this moment. Lydia made me feel dead already. She always does this and I'm sick of it. I started walking faster when someone knocked me over. "S-Sorry.. I didn't mean to.." her words were lost as she saw that it was me that she bumped into. "Uh.. Don't worry about it Talia." I tried avoiding eye contact with her as I kept sensing another wolf nearby. I looked all around me until I met her gaze and our eyes both glowed. Hers an amber and mine a bright blue. "You're a... wolf?" I said confused. What was happening? Why are all the people I know turning into wolves? "I've been a wolf for years now Jackson. I just never said anything because I thought you would never believe me." She looked down and I felt bad. I honestly did. She was there for me all those years and I left her, for a girl who just left me an hour before. She understood how I felt, because I was sure she felt it too. I betrayed her and it made me feel sick. "I'm sorry." I said to try to break the tension. "I really am." A small smile spread on her face as she pushed me slightly. "It's fine." After that we spent hours talking and catching up on each others lives until it grew dark. We finally found a common element after all these years... and it felt great.
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Finding Myself
FanfictionAfter Jackson's journey of transforming from the Kanima to a werewolf will he succeed in finding who he really is? Or will he break under the pressure or trying to keep this all a secret.