I'm in Mika's room. He's still passed out. He looks so innocent with his eyes closed. Nothing like what he looked like fourty minutes ago. His eyes looked like they were glowing almost, his teeth were jagged and yellow, his fingures had turned completely into claws and he looked like a monster. He was terrifying.
I put my head on his chest. I can hear his heart beat. He's thinking about his mother. How she got scared the first time he changed. He was fifteen. She got so scared she actually stabbed her own son with a kitchen knife. His parents chased him out of the house. Leaving him alone, cold, scared and bleeding. That's the day he vowed never to let anyone ever get close to him again.
How horrible. His own mother thought he was a demon. Mika's own mother. The one who gave him life tried to end it. "I'm so sorry Mika." I whisper to him even though he probably can't hear me
I kiss his cheek. His eyes slowly open. "What-what happend?" He asks me confuzion written all over his face
"You don't remember?' I ask him, not really wanting to remind myself of what had just happend
"no.....should I?" He asks me, looking around the room as if he'll find the answer there
"You tried to kill her." Stephen tells him, walking into the room
"What? No! I couldn't! I wouldn't!.....but I did...didn't I?"Mika asks me, terrified at what the answer might be
"But you didn't hurt me. That's all that matters." I try comforting him, but it doesn't seem to work
"I'm sorry Lucinda. I'm so sorry." He tells me then hugs me tight
He's crying into my shoulder. I never thought I'd ever see Mika Savage cry. I didn't think he knew how. He's always so gaurded. "Can you ever forgive me Lucinda?" He asks me
Stephen walks out of the room and leaves us. "Of course Mika....if you tell me more; explain all of this to me." I beg him
"What do you want to know?"
"How did you become a-a...."
"A werewolf?"
"Yeah how'd that happen?"
"I was fifteen, I lived in New York, I was the richest, most arrogant, shallow-"
"So nothings changed?"
"Not true. You think I'm bad now? You should have seen me back then. Now do you want to hear the story or not?"
"Yes. Go on."
"Okay...so as I was saying. I had everything any teen wanted. I was the the quarter back, I had the smartest people doing my homework, I had any and every hot girl in school. I had it all. But I was a dick. I was a bitch to anyone and everyone. And I always got away with it.....until I met Stephen. I was on my way home after football practice one day when I saw some random dude smoking on the side of the school. I walked over to him and asked "could I have one?"
He looked at me then just laughed. Wich pissed me off. "What's so funny?" I asked him
"It's funny how I don't even know you and I can already tell you're one of those cocky, rich snobs." He laughed right in my face
"Fuck you. All I asked for was a cigarette. Not for you to piss me off."
"oooh someone's got a bit of a temper. That could come in handy."
"Excuse me?"
"How well do you fight?"
"I-I don't know?"
"Well let's find out pretty boy."
"Wait. What? What are you even talking ab-" Before I could finish the guy punched me in the face. I had no idea what the hell this fucking idiots problem was, but I wasn't gonna let him punch me like that so I hit him back. He kicked me and I went flying back. No normal person could kick that hard! I looked up to see I was several feet away from him. The guy rubs his now red cheek and said "ehh your hit could be better."
