I look so pasty, I blend in with the wall. My hair is holding so much water, it feels like the tension is going to rip my head clean off my shoulders. And the stupid teeth.
Don't even get me started on the stupid teeth.
I look like a vampire who hasn't had menopause in centuries, or even some cake. I pull on the clothes and looking in the mirror again, I see no geometric trail of ink creeping towards my neck. I turn around, craning my neck to see my back. Nothing, the tattoo is gone, the bar code is still here but the wing symbol is gone, thin sheets of skin cover the two stubby joints where I cut the wings off. I throw on the thick black sweat shirt and gray cuffed joggers, before pulling the hood on. Allowing my wet hair to dry by letting it flood out onto my chest. I turn off the light and make my way to the staircase, feeling a wave of nervous energy in my stomach. Then I hear someone's phone go off. Let's just say I went to my happy place. I'mjustabachelor Lookin for a partner Someone who knows how to ride Withoutevenfallinoff I nod my head and sing along to it. When I get to the bottom floor, I see Michael on the couch, rushing to turn it off, I snort at him. "...let's do it, ride it, my pony..." I keep muttering the lyrics even after the phone was turned off. Everyone is huddled in the living room either on their phones or gawking at me for knowing the lyrics to a song that is usually danced to by male strippers.
"Yass, ma shit right there..." I mumble, sitting on the carpet like nothing ever happened at all. They stare at me still. "What?! Am I not allowed to know what good music is?" I snap, I don't know why, I just hate when people look at me, its weird. "Nothing, it's nothing. So, how are you feeling right now?" Asks Niall putting his phone in the pocket of his big red sweatshirt. "Kinda like shit, but still alive." I shrug and sit right in between Michael and Luke. That's right, I blocked Muke Clemmings. I'm a Malum girl. "Ash, Mike, and Cal know everything now so imma say this now. What you did, that stunt you pulled, that was stupid and you could've died-" "Now don't you dare start with that shit, Harry. You should know why I did it, I know you're not an idiot, even though you act like one... " I sit forward, resting my elbows on my knees, staring into Harry's eyes, not blinking. "I don't know why you did it, though." He finally says, my mouth opens, then closes. Is he really that bad at context clues? You learn that shit in school. "If someone were to see my true self, people would pay ridiculous amounts of money to come and stare at me. I'd put every circus out of business, or I would be sold to government science groups for more experimentation, so don't test me boy." I feel my face getting hot, then Michael shifts his leg closer to mine, cooling me off in a way. I send him a small grin, I could never be mad at him, he's like Alloy in a sense, except he's human of course... When my eyes meet Harry's again, my face goes straight again. I pull the hood lower and lean against Luke, crossing my arms, I close my eyes and take deep breaths to stay sane, relishing the darkness provided by the thick fabric, I relax all the muscles in my body. "You don't know how to communicate with her properly, Haz. You have to be calm and not so condescending, she's not 7, she's 17 and she's almost a legal adult." There's that wise Irish lilt that makes everyone stop and listen, Niall may be kind of annoying, but he's also smart about what he says, he knows what to say. I then hear a small 'whatever', then shuffling and heavy steps creaking up the stairs.
Look who's a child now.
The warmth by the sweatshirt and joggers is just so comfy, I begin to drift to sleep... "Hey, hey Miko." I groan loudly and nudge the hoody up, Ashton snickers as I glare at a smirking Luke. "What do you want, Treeman?" I grunt deeply, cracking my neck. "Me and Calum and Mikey want to help you loosen up, you wanna play FIFA?" I used to play FIFA with my dad, so I have pretty much mastered the game. "Sure." I shrug, then I follow them to the lounge, Calum is setting up the Xbox and handing out controllers. I get the transparent one, cause I'm special. *timeskip brought to you by poodsiepies*****************
Everyone has given up on trying to beat me so they've resorted to watching me blow through this bomb game called Dying Light. It's where you do some badass parkour and craft weapons and shit to survive in the zombie apocalypse. It's fucking awesome and the graphics are so realistic and beautiful I just can't...
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I dropkick a Spitter and then it hits a wall, it's head bursts then the body stays wedged in the wall, it's arms and legs began flailing and glitching. "Haha, it's doing the Harlem shake!" Points out Calum, I start laughing, "It's dancing like Niall!" Adds Louis, I didn't even know he was in here. "Niall look like he came straight outta Elmo's World." I joke, then head shot a zombie with my crossbow. The boys fall apart beside me laughing then crying and laughing again, screaming for air. I pause the game so I won't be distracted by laughing and end up dying. "Shut...up you guys laughing are making me laugh!" I wheeze out, holding my ribs, then I bite my tongue really hard and it hurts like balls. Stupid teeth. Blood flows out and the coppery taste lays thickly like a blanket on my tongue, it tastes like 10 pounds of coins swishing in my mouth. I grimace like a baby who ate her first pickle, which makes the idiots beside me start rolling on the floor and tears to soak the rug. I don't even think they're breathing in between, Calum is gasping and looks like the zombie I just killed. "Okay, I'm hungry." I say before running out and going down to the kitchen. I eat a box of pop tarts and an apple, there we go, healthy meal. My stomach feels warm and fuzzy inside and some of the color returns to my face, my now dry hair is getting annoying, so I put it a crescent roll bun. My hair looks appetizing. "Look at you all warm and sunny and chirpy!" Muses Louis, I roll my eyes again for the fiftieth time today. "Yup, had a recent date with some pop tarts." "How'd it go?" "It was lovely." "Hope you found your perfect match!" "I sure did." I say, thinking of those awesome peanut butter and chocolate ones I just downed. I get dizzy and hold on to the counter for stability, my vision gets blurry then back normal again, everything I see is much more detailed and sharper than before. Well shit. When I look at Louis, where his ribs are, I see a painful glowing red pulsing, then I notice him wince when getting a glass. "You okay, Lou?" "Oh, I'm okay." "When you repeat my question in your answer, it shows that you're lying." I explain, coming closer to him, he backs up. I lunge forward and poke his hip, he yelps. I cross my arms and tilt my head, Louis gives me that curious I-wonder-what-other-freaky-shit-you-can-do look. "Don't...look at me like that." I whisper, feeling like the star in a freak show. Louis apologizes and turns to leave, but I reach out and grab his wrist, pulling him back powerfully. We're the same size more or less, so... "Stop running away from me, Louis... " I rasp, feeling something dark and dominant come over me. Maybe it's some of Alloy's wolf DNA taking action... Louis puts his hand right where my neck meets my chest to put in some distance, he isn't scared. "Stop it, Mi, no, let me go." He says sternly, I don't budge, a growl breaks out from within my throat. I'm still hungry... Then I do something that surprises myself more than it does Louis. I kneel down, lift up his shirt and lick the spot in which was literally pulsing pain, the red fades away, the red only I can see... I get up and walk away, towards the hall door.
