Destined to Die

2. Whispers

Destined to Die

Chapter two: Whispers

If there was ever a sport called panicked dressing, I would be at Olympic level. I was trying to brush both my hair and my teeth at the same time.

Needless to say I've gotten more hair in my mouth than the comb does.

I reached into my practically empty closet and grabbed the 2 things that felt like cloth. I honestly didn't care what I was wearing.

I've been looking like shit all year, why start put the effort in now?

I tugged my amazingly uncoordinated feet down the stairs. I tried my best to presude my feet not to trip over themselves.

Last thing I needed was a bruise on my ass. "Jesse, can you giv-" 

"I'm not going anywhere today. I'm waiting for Tiff to call so we can go out. So you can run your ass to School." Even though I had shitty hearing, I could still hear he's irritated sigh from across the house.  

Ever since he finished High School, and took on role of Beta he's been riding a very high horse. He might have been an ass, but he was an ass with a car. "Please Jess, today is my last day! It'll be the last gesture you'd ever do for me..."

"Sorry, I just can't be bothered." Ass.

I started to panic that I had to run to school. It wasn't really far, but I still couldn't run it. The best I could do was arrive after home room.

This wasn't really the way you want to spend your last day. 

I barreled myself out the door, using the rim of the door for a push off. I must have looked like a lunitic.

I sure as hell felt like one.

I ran until my lungs felt like they were going to explode. I hated the feeling of cramps spread throughout my body.

Running was suppose to feel good for a wolf. It gave them a sense of freedom. But for me running felt like a death sentence. Running was just another way of seperating me from the wolves.

So naturally I hated it.

When I was a child I would go running with everyone, I was actually fast. But after the age of 14, all of that changed. Everyone else started running like they were a pack of cheetahs, and I was still here with my turtle speed.

My legs moaned in agonizing pain. My heart felt like it was about to finish it's terrible life by stop beating. This was honestly the worst feeling in the entire world.

I listened to my devestated body, and slowed down into a drowsy zombie walk. Might as well miss 1st period.

I was getting sick of living with Jesse. If it weren't for him my life would be much happier.

I was tired of he's slacker attitude. If he didn't want to care for me, then why did he offer to take care of me after the accident?

I would be much happier with the Hendersons. Sure they live in a 1 bedroom appartment, with their 2 children. I'm sure I would have been perfectly happy cramped up on the couch, with their preteen son.

But it didn't matter now. 

Sure Jesse gave me a safe house where I could eat, drink, and sleep. But honestly he was the worst parental unit ever. 

He really didn't create a stable house for me when I really needed it. He's endless supply of hoes could really take a toll on a person. Not to mention he's friends who where in the house all the time.