Janson:
I was walking back and forth on patrol. I heard something crash in the house. I assumed it was just one of the pups or something. Everyone's head whipped up to Dylan's room. I started running towards the house when I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I collapsed, taking deep breaths. Marcy. I tried to get up but was knocked back down. I blacked out.
"Janson," a voice said. I opened my eyes.
"Marcy. What are you doing here, love?" I asked, walking up to her. Marcy pulled me into a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around her. She looked up at me and kissed me. I angled my head and deepened the kiss. We finally broke apart.
"Don't blame her. It wasn't her fault," Marcy said. I cupped her beautiful tan face.
"Who? What wasn't her fault?" I asked. Marcy ran her thumb across my lips.
"Jane. Don't blame her. It wasn't her fault. She wasn't in control," she said. I furrowed my brows together. Marcy kissed me again. I closed my eyes enjoying this moment.
"Janson!" Someone shouted. My eyes shot open and I got up. I pulled down my shirt and looked at my collar bone.
"I-its gone," I said.
"What's gone?" Brandon asked. Then his face got pale and he looked pained.
"My mark," I said, my voice cracking at the end. "Marcy. Show me."
Brandon nodded. He didn't know where he was going but he took a big guess. We were in Dylan's room. Emma was passed out by a wall, Dylan was by an unconscious Jane, and Marcy. Marcy's head was twisted at an angle. Blood was seeping through her lips. My heart ached and fell into a million pieces. I ran to her body and picked up her head, setting it carefully in my lap. I cried. Something I haven't done since my parents died.
"Marcy," I sobbed harder. I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry I wasn't here to protect you. That was my job and now you're gone. All because of me. I'm so sorry." A few tears fell onto her lifeless face. The face that once lit up with happiness and love every time she saw me. I moved her shirt and saw her mark fading. I cried into her shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I cried even harder. "My entire world is gone. My light is gone. The one thing that kept me from going to the dark is gone. I'm nothing without you. Why wasn't I here?" I put a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
"Marcy, come back to me. Please," I begged, knowing there was no point. "I love you so much. You can't do this to me. Marcy please." I felt a hand on my shoulder and I growled. The hand removed itself. Then it touched my shoulder again. I turned around quickly.
"Leave me alone with my mate!" I growled, teeth and all. I stopped and my face softened. It was Marcy.
"It's not your fault. Janson, it will be okay," she said. I reached up to touch her hand but my hand went right through hers.
"Am I just imagining this?" I asked. She placed a hand on my face and I felt sparks and warmth.
"Only you can see me. The moon goddess is letting me say goodbye," Marcy said.
"I don't want to say goodbye. You're mine," I said. Marcy smiled.
"I will always be yours. But now I have to go. I love you Janson. Don't you ever forget that. Also don't blame yourself," she said. She gave me a kiss and then vanished.
"I love you Janson." I heard her voice one more time. I looked down and her body was gone. I got up and started panicking.
"The moon goddess always takes the body. Remember?" Brandon said. I relaxed.
"Yeah. I remember now," I said. I sniffled and wiped my eyes.
"It's okay to cry like that. You just lost your mate," Brandon said. I growled. "Too soon. Okay."
I walked into the bathroom and looked at my reflection. My eyes were red and puffy and my hair was a mess. I turned on the water and washed my face. It didn't look much better but I didn't care. Marcy is gone. It's a perfect excuse to look like crap. I walked into my room and smelled Marcy's scent. My eyes started watering. I held them back, not wanting to make my eyes puffier. I walked into the closet and that's where her scent was stronger. Her intoxicating apple cinnamon scent. I picked up her shirt and inhaled it one last time. I put it down and grabbed some of my clothes. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I got in and just sat there. Letting the hot water engulf me. I started to cry some more.-------------------------------------------------------------
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