I grunt. I thrash. I feel pain in my wrists. I feel restraints. I feel trapped. I see nothing and hear everything. I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
The darkness slowly gains light. Faint and far away, like a dying light bulb. The sun going down. I can't see.
The light is brighter and harsher on my supposed closed eyes. I hear a clicking. Faint and short. Someone clicking a lamp. What is a lamp? Where'd that thought come from?
I smell something burning. Like a camp fire. I sense someone or something close by. It's a tingling in my forehead going down to my lower back. Someone or something is really close, the tingling is worsening.
Wait.
I feel something. But my mind still doesn't care.
I see a shadow. It's partly blocking the growing light. It looks like a half human half wolf. It isn't scary nor interesting. I don't care. I don't care if it kills or hurts me. I don't care if it dies or lives. I don't care.
Hopefully I'll black out again before I rip its heart out.
Hold on. Wait. Where did that come from?
Okay . . . dark thoughts.
You're dead. Ha! Dead. No where to run. No where to hide. No where to die. Hee ha ha!
What was that? That wasn't my voice. What is my voice? Who am I? What's my name? Where am I?
I don't care. As long as I die, I'm okay.
...
I have opened my eyes after blacking out again. I see light and dark. Human and wolves.
One person. Three wolves. Well, one and a half people and three and a half wolves. The halves are obviously put together.
The wolf-person isn't scary or creepy. It's normal. I don't know. I'm out of it. I'm dead remember.
YOU ARE READING
The Boy Next Door
Teen FictionI try to be a good boy, but it seems I'm as worthless as a rock. I try to help, but I lose my mind and freak out. I have trust issues and a horrible past, luckily the boy next door was there to help me. I REMADE THIS BOOK. PLEASE GO READ THAT VERSIO...
