the girl who cried wolf|Wattys 2015

the girl who cried wolf: four

Note// I am really enjoying this story. I don't even know why really. Maybe because I actually know what I want to write so it makes it easier and less stressful xD or maybe its all the lovely feedback from you wonderful people c: that said, I am already working on an update. How do you feel about pacing? Usually I have a lot of plots for a story, so I move kind of fast and jam pack the story with all these bits of action and character; so just tell me what you think. Ugh I ramble yeah? Ill shut up now so you can read c: vote && comment ! they mean so much and if like I said, if you have a special character in mind, tell me and ill be sure to add them in !

four: can the day get any weirder?

I'd started to put my coat back on when Nurse Ida reentered the room.

"Well, I've been trying to get in contact with your parents, but it seems we can't reach them." Mom and Dad normally took the day off on my birthday to go and find me some surprise gift, they'd hope I would love, so I wasn't surprised that they hadn't picked up at home. But Mom always had her phone on. This was all just bumming me out. How could my luck go from decent to disastrous in less than an hour. The day hadn't played out and I wasn't excited for it. if I had my way with father time, it'd be tomorrow already. "Here, let me take another look at your eye." Nurse Ida said as she gently removed the ice pack from the side of my eye. The pain had dulled, in fact I hadn't noticed it and it seemed to be gone completely.

"Well," Ida said with a furrow of her brow. "That's - odd."

"What?" I asked in a sudden panic. I was positive the bruise had sprouted into a massive black hole on the side of my face. I'd be disfigured and have another symbol to categorize my unfortunate happenings. Nurse Ida produced a face mirror from her desk and held in front of me. On the side of my face was a slight pink and purple discoloration that spiraled around my face, inching toward my hair line. While it was distracting, it didn't look as bad as my imagination made it out to be. In fact, it was oddly beautiful.

"The cut, it's already well - it's not as bad as it was beforehand. I was afraid it wouldn't stop bleeding and now it looks like it's already healed. Probably wasn't as serious as the blood made it out to be. You know sometimes that happens."

"Does this mean I still have to go home?" I couldn't help touching along my skin, it was true that the swelling had gone down some. The colors made everything so stark in contrast; my skin had a strange glow to its paleness, like the way the snow had looked in my dream from the moon light. And my eyes, the bland grey ones, had a sudden spark to them.

"Well, it'd be in your best interest. How do you feel?"

Other than confused about Mason and the dream I had, as well as a bit flustered - I felt fine. In fact, I felt normal. Taking my eyes away from the reflection I offered Nurse Ida a small smile. "I feel alright."

"Hm, I can bandage you up and send you along but as soon as you feel the least bit of nausea or pain, you come right back. I'll keep trying your parents. Alright?"

"Sounds good."

I'd missed fourth period. Not that I minded because I hated geometry, but while I was out, there'd already been word of how the wolf girl blacked out in class and woke up howling. Seeing how Mason was new, I just couldn't imagine him being the one spreading the tale around.

At least it was lunch, which meant I could hide out in the corner of the quad and not have to deal with the stares, whispers and my ultimate favorite howls from my fellow students. Hiding comfortably behind a shrub, with my beanie pulled down over my ears I took to eating my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I didn't even like Uncrustables, but it was all the cafeteria had left isnce i arived so late. Surprisingly finished the sandwich so quick. I was hungry, starved really and was willing to risk facing my embarrassment to get another one.

I'd started for the cafeteria when I found my path blocked. I didn't have to look up to know who stood in front of me. I could recall the sweater and the smell that immediately invaded my space and wrapped around me, comforting like a warm blanket.

"Excuse me," I muttered, my cheeks turning red just at the memory of what'd happened. He probably thought I was some weirdo who fainted at the sight of him and who howled in my sleep.

"I don't." Mason said.

"Don't what?" I asked impatiently as he had yet to move. "I know you're new and all, but if I were you I would choose someone else to try to make friends with." I moved to the right, only to find Mason blocking me again. Sighing out, I looked up at him. "Can I help you?"

"Can I see your scar?" Yes, Mason Dubois was attractive but right now that was being covered by his annoyance and well - creepiness. I tried to move again but found Mason there before I could even complete the step. My hand pressed against his chest to push him away and surprisingly I was able to. I weighed one hundred and twenty pounds and could barely handle carrying a few textbooks around. There was no way I could possibly muster up enough strength to shove Mason and actually make an impact.

While I was busy trying to figure out what was going on, I was too distracted to notice Mason had grabbed my arm until his hands were wrapped securely around it; while there wasn't enough force to hurt me, I couldn't get pull away. Maybe because something inside me wouldn't let me.

Mason's right hand pressed against my wrist, his fingers tracing over the edge of the pinched skin. The scar which had once been in the shape of a crescent moon was now a bit fuller, almost in the shape of half a full moon.

"What did he look like?"

"Who?" I was dumbfounded that I'd managed to make sound come out of my mouth.

"The wolf. What did he look like?"

No one had ever asked that. Not even the rangers when they went out hunting for it.

"Why does it matter?" I could tell Mason was fighting to say something. The words were jagged inside his mouth, protruding from his cheeks almost and trying to filter through the space of his clenched teeth. He tensed his jaw. "How did you know it was my birthday?" I pulled my wrist free from his grasp, pushing my sleeve back down. I rubbed at my neck which ached slightly from having to cock my head up to look at Mason. He was at least six foot, quite strange for a sophomore.

"I saw it, in your file." The way he made snooping sound so effortless was appalling. "So answer my question."

"What?"

"How did the wolf look?" I chewed on my lip, staring down at my wrist. It'd been so long. I didn't think I could truly remember how the wolf looked.

"Black." I mumbled finally, "It was very large and had thick black fur with grey strands here and there. It had a tear in its ear, as if it'd been cut off. And its eyes, his eyes were silver." Mason chuckled, whispering something under his breath that I couldn't hear. "Why? What does it matter?" The bell cut off what Mason was about to say. He'd already turned to start walking away. Quickly I grabbed my bag and followed after him.

"Wait!" I called, my hand reaching for his. Healing or not, my head did sort of hurt and running didn't make it any better. "You can't just be all weird and mystical and then walk away as if it's nothing."

"I can't tell you anything. I really shouldn't have said anything." Id only noticed now that Mason was whispering, when compared to the loud noise of all the other students who were on their way to class. His voice was low and yet I could hear each word perfectly and clearly, so loudly in my ears. "Not until it's complete."

"What is? What's complete?" Mason glowered, his eyes shifting left and right at the students who I noticed were beginning to watch us carefully. Grabbing my wrist in his hand, Mason's thumb gently roamed over my scar. "You'll see."

With that he was gone and I was left in the middle of the quad, dumbfounded and reeling from a headache that was only becoming worse.