Human| Teen Wolf

Prologue

My hair tickled the sides of my face as I walked along the corridors, pushing my glasses up my nose with the tip of my pencil. People walked and pushed by me, their elbows hitting the side of my body. I ducked my head, hugging my file closer to my chest anxiously.

The speakers above my head crackled as they sprung to life, a voice coughing as it began to speak. My head lifted, ears perked as the name that called out was mine, summoning me to the office. Heads turned, eyes widened as I walked even quicker, desperate to get away from the curious glances.

My dad was waiting in the office, a solemn look on his face. His hands were pressed together, fingers playing with each other. His gaze was focused on his shoes, refusing to lift his head. He must've heard me coming as he turned around and began to walk away, towards the parking lot. I followed, picking up my pace as I tried to keep up with him. He slammed the door of his car shut as soon as he was in it, barely even waiting for me before he started up the engine.

I couldn't look at him so I looked at the sky. The mesmerising shades of blue combining perfectly to make the most beautiful sky I had ever seen.  I frowned, despair flooding into my veins like ice melting on a hot day. Inevitable and spine-chilling, no matter how hot it got outside. My pencil tapped off of my jeans messily, no rhythm to it. Random taps here and there, making a soft noise.

The drive was silent, nothing but tires on gravel.

When we arrived, I was out of the car before the engine had even stopped, knowing that this could be my last time. I left my dad, sprinting through the automatic doors, my feet hitting the over sterilized tiles, threatening to send me flying. The people in their normal robes of blue throwing piteous looks, shaking their heads. I refused to notice their sorrow and only focused on my hope. Hope was the only thing keeping me going, it had been for five years now.

My heart began leading my feet as my head no longer could focus. Darting eyes and clammy palms, I made my way down the corridor of colour. Pink and blue, green and yellow stickers with sunshine's and flowers. The positivity emitted was nothing compared to the horrors it held.

Second door on the right. It's always been the second door on the right, for a couple of years now. For days and days on end, I would spend my time in the room, second door on the right. 

Pushing the door open, I noticed my mom, her hand clutching a pale one. She had a halo of dark curls cascading from her head. Her usually bright hazel eyes were sunken and closed. I could see the beads of sweat, forming a delicate loop around her head. The dress of white she wore reminded me of the angel I knew she was. The beat of the monitor was rapid and unsteady.

My sister, tubes in her nose, in her arms and in her chest, dying on a bed of sorrow and pain with nothing anybody could do about it.

Tissues filled with black were scattered around the room, even around her mouth as she constantly produced the thick substance. My mom wiped it away, wiping her tears as she did.

The monitor beeped, louder than usual and more chaotic. Mom screamed for help as doctors and nurses rushed into the room, pushing me outside. I lingered behind the door, my hand over my mouth as I held back a sob. Mom screeched and thrashed as doctors tried to pry her away but she was adamant and remained where she was. Until silence fell and the monitor stopped.

"Time of death, 13:31," A doctor announced and I felt myself fall to the floor and I couldn't remember ever standing up.