Mistakes

Chapter 1

I wake in a big room. The chandelier above me is very interesting. It is made up of antlers, Mason jars, and lights. It is very beautiful, and rustic.
        I lie on the leather sofa. It is black and slippery. I lay in front of a TV and a king size bed.
     I'm in a bedroom.
      The door is shut. There are two windows to my left and a bathroom to my right. The bed is behind me. The tv is in front of me. I hear a thud coming from the bathroom. I sit up and stay alert.
       "Morning, sunshine." A boy says.
       He is tall, about 6'4, a foot and four inches taller than me. He is also muscular, but skinny. He has blond streaks in his natural, brown hair. He also has it swooped. He looks alot like a fuckboy. He's super hot, like pinch me I'm dreaming hot.
    "Who are you, and why am I here?" I ask.
     "My name is Tyler. You are here, in my room, because I found you injured down at the stream." He says.
   "Why in your room?"
    "Because my parents are home. They wouldn't be to happy seeing a girl, with huge claw-like gashes in her sides, laying on the sofa, in the living room. Oh and by the way, are you feeling okay?"
    "I'm fine. Thank you for your help, but I have to go." I want to go home, or what I call home.
I don't need his help.
   "No! You need to rest. It's not safe out there anyways."
  "I'll be fine."
    He walked over and sat beside me. He grabbed my waist, and I felt a jolt of pain shoot up my spine and reach my head. I got a huge headache. I screamed from the pain, and he put his hand over my mouth.
    I completely forgot about his parents.
    "Sorry." He said removing his hand from my mouth.
    "It's fine. Just be very careful if and when you touch me."
    I bit my lip, to hold back the scream in my throat, that was caused by all the pain shooting through my muscles at once. He sat back on the couch, looking at my waist.
    "Can I take a look? It might have healed a little since I wrapped it."
     "Sure." I say.
     I lie down, and he knees beside me, on the floor. He slowly unwraps the bandages around my waist. I grab his shoulder and sink my nails into him. He almost screams. He finally gets the last wrap off and peels the gauze off too. There are four claw marks across my left hip, blood still pouring out of each wound. I let go of his arm and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
     "It's getting much better." Tyler grabs the bandages and tosses it in the bin, beside his bed.
    "It'll be right back with more bandages and gauze." He says.
    "Ight." I say.
    When Tyler comes around the corner of the bathroom, he grabs the wall and almost stumbles backwards.
    I try to rush to him, but as soon as I get off the couch, Tyler yells, and a jolt of pain shoots through my ribs. My wound opened back up and started bleeding more.
    "Tyler! Are you okay, sweetie?!" His mom yells.
    "I'm fine mom! Just ran into the door!" He answers.
     "Who were you talking to, earlier?"
    "I wasnt talking to anyone. The tv is on."
     Tyler walks over to me and sits down. He puts his hand on my leg, and my stomach gets butterflies.
    "Please, don't scream. This is really going to hurt." He grabs the bandages. "Lie down." He commands.
     I lie down and sit still. He wraps the first bandage around my waist, and I flinch at the pain. I grab his arm and dig my nails into him. He let's go of the bandages and steps back a little.
    "No! I'm fine. It just hurts, but I'll be fine." I tell him.
    "Okay. If it's too much, tell me, please."
   "I will."
     He comes back towards me with the last bandage and wraps it around me. After he takes the extra supplies to the bathroom, I sit back up on the couch. He comes out of the bathroom.
    "Need anything else?" He asked.
    "Do you have any ibuprofen?" I ask.
     "Ya. I'll be right back."
    He walks out. Moments later he comes back with a pill bottle and a glass of water.
    "Thank you." I say, taking both from his hands.
    "I'm going to go back to sleep. If that's ok?" I ask.
    "Ya it's fine. I'm going to go on a run for a while. I'll be back. K?"
  "K." I say.
    "You can sleep in my bed if you want."
     "Thank you." I say.
      "No problem. I'll be back later."
    I walk over to the bed and climb into it. I lay my head onto the soft, memory foam pillow and curl up in the black comforter.

Heyo. Sorry for the short chapter, but the next one should be longer. BTW this is only exactly 900 words. So if you complain then you really are just being rude. I'm going to be updating more on this story than most stories I write.

Love ya'll. Have a great day.

Oh btw how was ya'll s winter?