Being Different (editing)

Chapter 17 | It Was Inevitable

I was cold.

Very cold...

A chill ran down the length of my spine, the cold breeze flowing around me even though I could feel blankets on top of my slowly shaking form.

I shivered slightly and chattered my teeth together from the cold that entered the room. I wanted to stand up so badly, I could feel that my body had so much energy ready to face the challenges of the day. It wasn't that same feeling that you get when its early for school and you don't want to get up because it was boring but a different feeling...that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

So why couldn't I move?

Then the waterfall of shock rained down upon me as I remembered the couple of moments before I passed out.

'At least we don't have to worry about your mate anymore, seems he found a new gal.'

I shot out of bed my breathing harsh praying that it was all just a dream and I would have awoken in my new crappy bed.

But I didn't.

I sat in one of the many dumpy hospital rooms that my pack apparently has. The sheets were soft but not good for when the weather got warmer to thin to even keep your own body heat in and the pillow was stuffed with old feathers that had apparently been plucked from different birds making them soft yet pointy.

The tears ran down my face as if it was a marathon, but no noise made its way out of my mouth.

It was as if my face was a creek no other outside noise could be heard, yet the only thing that was possible to hear was the soft droplet of my tears hitting the sheets that covered my lap.

I looked down my black hair falling in my face to find that I wore a white dress just like my old one in Moon Rise.

This made me quite pissed.

I was now officially back into my old self. It was as if I hadn't healed at all. I felt like I had made no progress besides the only thing being that I had made myself more broken than what I was before I left.

I gripped the sheets in my fists as if it was me trying to grab the last rays of hope that I had left to try and heal again.

But we all new that was as hopeless as attempting to save those wolves that died.

Taking my time to unclench my hands from the sheets, I slowly slid my legs under and out of the sheets until they were out from under the covers and placed on the white tiled floor. I stood on my shaking legs using my arms to wrap themselves around myself trying to make sure I don't break completely until I make it to my bedroom.

The hallways were empty as I pushed the curtains aside the window outside telling me it was midnight from how dark it was. The hallways were the scene as if this place belonged to an abandoned mental asylum and due to the way I was feeling I accepted this and made myself think I was one of the insane patients souls that still floated around killing and cursing anyone that entered (of course I didn't do that), the thought brought a smile to my face.

I waddled into the hallway on my unsteady legs and slowly walked into the darkness.

My feet made a small pitter patter noise on the tiles until the sound turned into a distant pat as the tiles turned into grey concrete that was stained with dirt and even some old blood stains.

This triggered my vampire side the scent of blood bringing an odd urge of blood to crawl its way into my throat making me grip it with one hand attempting to soothe the pain. But by the time I reached my bedroom door the smell of blood had almost vanished making the pain in my throat turn into a dull throb that I pushed to the back of my mind.