Let the Tears Fall

Chapter six

Authors Note: Hehehe, I hope you guys like this chapter, I do!! :D Anyways, look! There's a picture of Clara in the side thingy! Hehe vote! comment! :D

I woke up confused on a couch, with Matt and his mom leaning over me. As soon as I saw Matt, I remembered the giant wolf he had turned into. It was the last thing I remembered. I felt a wave of fear wash over me. What had happened to him? I shuddered. I had an ice pack on my head, and it was making me cold so I took it off. Matt sat down next to me, but I got up when he sat down. It hurt my head though. He reached a hand out to me, and I flinched away. I started backing away, but I ran right into his mom. I quickly hid behind her. Why was I hiding from Matt? So what if he was a-shudder-werewolf? It was no big deal. No, I quickly changed my mind. Huge deal. Matt was a werewolf. Who knew if he'd hurt me or anyone else, who knew what he was capable?

"Mom," He pleaded his mom. "She's afraid of me."

"Honey, what would you do if you were in her shoes?"

I was shaking rapidly, and I didn't know if it was from fear or if I was just cold.

"Clara," Sue began in a soothing voice. "Honey there is nothing to be afraid of."

I looked at her like she was crazy. "Nothing to be afraid of?! He just turned into a giant wolf! He turned into a monster!" I screamed and ran up the stairs to Caitlins room. Of course, she was in there.

"Hey, can I hang out in here for a while?"

"Sure. Not takin' the whole wolf thing well?"

I shook my head no.

"Me neither. My mom acts like it's perfectly normal for my brother to turn into a big wolf, but it's not!"

"I know." I agreed.

I started walking over to Caitlins bed to sit down, when I heard a big crash coming from downstairs. I looked at Caitlin and she shrugged, so we both ran downstairs. Matt's hands were on his head and his teether were clenged. He looked so mad, but his eyes looked sad.  As soon as I walked in, his head whipped towards me. He relaxed his jaw, and I smiled slightly at him. His mom gave him a look of warning and I started slowly walking towards him.

"Look, we need to talk, Clara."

"Okay, about what?"

"Us. It's not going to work, I don't like you like that. You're just...not my type."

"What?" I was stunned, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

He took a deep breath and stepped foward, a mean look on his face. "I don't go for emo freaks like you, especially ones as judmental as you are."

"I'm not judmental. I don't care what you are." I whispered.

"Whatever. You can leave now."

I ran out of the house and started running home. As soon as I got home I ran into my bedroom, slammed the door behind me, and fell onto the ground. I started sobbing and I couldn't stop. He didn't want an emo freak like me he had said. The one person who I thought cared, didn't. Well cool, I guess I really was alone. No one cared about me. I could kill myself right now, and no one would care. But no, I couldn't do that to Olivia, and maybe a tiny part of him still cared. Maybe someone out there did care.

I felt as though someone had stabbed my directly in the heart, but that would have hurt less than this. The emotional pain was all I could feel. Anything to stop the pain was all I could think. I grabbed a razor blade out of a drawer and examined it. I promised myself I'd never cut again, but what did it matter? The erge was there, and I needed to do something, anything to get the pain to go away. It's not like anyone would care anyway.