The Beast I Have Become

Chapter 3

        I wake up at around twelve o'clock in the morning to a stabbing pain in my stomach. I feel like I'm gonna puke! I stumble to the bathroom and try my best to find my way into the dark bathroom without my glasses. I fall to my knees at the toilet, my breaths heavy and more like a pant, my tongue hanging out. I don't end up puking, but I almost do. I gag, my spit turning to water almost and easily dripping from my mouth and onto the floor.
        "You're ok," I mumble to myself. I'm trying to be a little more optimistic here. "You're ok, you're ok, you're ok." My head starts hurting and my body gets hot. "Youreokyoureokyoureokyoureokyoureok!" I sputter, now panic-stricken. I get a dizzy spell and slowly and shakily get up, grabbing tightly onto the counter to try to keep my balance. My head feels light and my vision blurs with those mocking colorful spots flashing before my eyes.
        "Mark?" I hear Matt and Ryan banging at the door. "We heard banging. Are you ok in there? Mark!" I didn't think I was making that much noise. I'm panting, my voice breaking through my pants, I probably sound like I'm having sex or something.
        "C-come in!" I reply out of breath. They come in and their eyes widen. They help me up and get me to my bed.
        "Are you ok?" Ryan asks, his eyes scanning over me to see if there are any visual injuries.
        "Calm down, Mark," Matt says a little more calmly. "Calm down. Slow your breathing before you faint." I do as told the best I can, my heart still pounding a million miles per hour. They wait until I'm calm before asking me again.
        "Ok," Ryan says smoothly. "What happened?" I calm myself down and take deep breaths. They let me take my time to get caught up with my breath.
        "I honestly have no idea," I reply shakily. "I just woke up and then...t-that happened. I felt sick at first like I was going to puke. I came here and never ended up puking, instead, I ended up almost fainting!"
        "Do you think it was-" I cut off Ryan.
        "No! I don't think it was the fucking bite!" I have my eyes closed with annoyance and my tone filled with annoyance as well. 'The bite'. It pisses me off. I don't like him talking about it.
        "Why does it piss you off so much to talk about that 'fucking bite'?" Matt asks, while Ryan mutters quietly to himself. I shrug and look away, a frown painted onto my face.
        "I don't know," I reply. "But whenever you guys bring up werewolves or the bite, it pisses me off."
        "So we've noticed," says Ryan. My glare shoots over to him and we glare for a few before Matt catches my attention.
        "Anyway," Matt says, basically saying to end it. "Mark, what do you think? Do feel like the bite has something to do with anything?"
        "I don't know," I reply. "I think it might, but I'm not for sure." I put my hands in my pockets and lift up my shoulders and hunch my back a little. We leave it at that and we head back to our beds. I'm better now, I'm not feeling light headed, but I now have a headache. I ignore it anyway and go to sleep.
        I wake up in the morning feeling...odd.

Ryan's POV

Mark walks in, a predator sort of look on his face. He opens the fridge and eats some leftover chicken from a few days ago. He doesn't even get a plate, he just grabs a breast and rips meat from bone. I don't have much of a pet peeve about eating without a plate or anything, just adding on to my suspicions. I ignore it, not wanting to start anything with Mark this early in the morning. He seems happy about something anyway. He gets some coffee and sips it on the couch.
        "Mornin', guys!" He says with a good amount of enthusiasm. We say good morning to him in return. Just now remembering, I go onto the Internet and check the moon phase. It's in three days, counting today! Tomorrow and then it'll be that next night after tomorrow! I'm gonna keep a watch for that. I'll tell Matt about it, but he doesn't have to tag along.
        "Hey, Mark," Matt says casually. "What are you so happy about?" Mark looks over with a smile.
        "Nothing, my dear boy, nothing," he continues to look at us. He's happy alright, but he doesn't want to tell us. "It's just something that's coming up. Nothing huge."
        "Something?" I ask, having an idea of what it could be. "Like, an event?" Mark looks over at me, taking another sip of his coffee before answering.
        "I guess you could call it that," he says with a cute sort of mysteriousness. "Like I said, nothing huge. Just something small that's coming up."
        "Can you tell me when it is?" I ask, trying to dig deeper into the subject. Mark opens his mouth but closes it again. I think he's onto me.
        "Nope," he replies, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Sorry, buddy, but just don't worry about it. Nothing to worry about. Just something small and harmless."
        "Hm," I mutter quietly. "'Small and harmless' my ass." Mark turns his attention to me again. Did he actually hear me?
        "What was that, Ryan?" Mark asks. He's saying it like he knows what I said, he just wants me to say it louder.
        "Hm?" I reply, now playing dumb. "Oh, it was nothing to worry about. Just thinking to myself." Mark gives me another glare with narrow eyes before turning his attention back to his thoughts. I unlock my phone and text Matt. I don't want Mark hearing.