" Serena!! Serena everythings gonna be alright hang on to my voice." I hear a familiar voice calling my name over and over.
Everything is blurry and my head is pounding. I can feel water rising qucikly from my ankles. I look over to see Lacy struggling to get free from the seatbelt but it was stuck. I look at my hands that are covered in blood from the wound on my head and try to hold on but everythings going dark. I hear the voice once more, " I love you Serena. " and then darkness.I wake up shuffling in my bed. I am panting really hard and feel beads of sweat on my forhead. I look at the clock, 2:30 am. Great looks like another sleepless night then I look at the date next to the time, 'May 5th'. I sighed pulling the blanket over my head closing my eyes praying that it was just a dream even though I knew it wasnt. After laying in bed for another 15 minutes I ripped the blakets back, get up walk over to my dresser, and open my drawer. I pull out a pair of my black ripped jeans, a black tank top, and my favorite maroon flannel. I inch to my bathroom and quietly shut the door making sure not to wake up gran, even though she's down the hall can't be too careful. I turn on the water and wash my face. The semi cool water sends chills down my spine everytime, Jan says it's the trauma... Guess that's something I gotta live with, huh? I finish getting ready and before I leave the bathroom I stop to look at myself in the mirror. My thick,dark maroon curly hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. There were slight dark circles underneath my golden hazel eyes, surely from the lack of sleep but that happens every year around this time. My heart shaped lips sat at slight frown. Plainest looking girl ever award goes to me, Serena Keller, a 5'8 nobody. Woo! I tip toe out of then bathroom, down the hall and out the door grabbing my book bag and maroon jacket on the way out.
I take my keys out of my jacket pocket, lock the door as quietly as I can and walk to the driveway. I seen both my grey corolla and my bike placed inches away from eachother. I kicked the kickstand that was holding my bike up and begin to walk down the street. Didnt want to get sloppy now. Once I get a safe distance away from my house I pop in one of my eyephones, turn my music on, hoped on my bike, put the keys in the ignition and twisted left handle feeling the pur of the motorcycle under me and speed off.
I had one place in my mind a place I knew all too well, Lamston Cemetery. To get there I would have to pass Violets neighborhood and then go through Lamstone forest. A trip I take once a year, every year, on this day. A trip that never gets easier to take. I sped to my destination. Once I got to Violets street I stop and look at her house from a far. The baby blue house with grey trimming stood silently with no sudden movement. I am sure that she and her family was still sleeping.
I met Violet my sophomore year right after the accident, when I moved in with gran. Being the new girl in town with the backstory I had caused me to get a lot of attention. People would just stare and whisper when I came around. The people who would talk to me would treat me like some charity case. Violet was the only person that treated me normal. She helped pull me out of a really dark time.
I continue to my destination. I get to Lamestone forest I start to get this eirie feeling. I felt like someone was watching me through the trees. I look back in suspicion and quickly scan the road behind me, when I realized there was nothing there I sighed in relief. "Serena stop freaking yourself out. " I tell myself and turned my head back around facing the front of the road. Everything seems fine until I see a body being launched from the treeline as trees and debris came down with it, a little ways up the road from me. I immediately pressed on my break which cause me to launch from my bike into one of the fallen trees and to the ground
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Save Me From My Destiny
WerewolfI remember my head hitting the window as the car hit the water. I remember looking at my hands covered in blood from the wound on my head and looking in the front seats to see my parents unconscious and unresponsive. I remember looking over feeling...