The Shattered Me. [ scrapped. ]

Chapter Nine

"It's called the Kitsune." 

We were now in this clinic where Scott said the vet there named, 'Deaton', would be able to explain it. But he just didn't have enough confidence in his voice for me to be strung along easily. The outside looked like a regular clinic and so did the inside when you were outside the counter. But when you went to the inside inside, it was just so cool. There were chemicals and supplies that filled that shelves and that eerie smell of something familiar that's on the tip of your tongue but you can't quite remember. "A kitsune?" , I asked, staring at him with my hazel eyes. "They materialize out of the dark and have telekinesis. It's like they're the true nightmares of little kids." , he muttered, his eyes flickering to all of us. Scott looked a bit freaked out, Allison was just starstruck, Isaac was staring at me ( which I did not like ) , and Lydia was fiddling with her hair. I asked him another question, unable to suppress it,  "So why have they targeted me? Do they target randomly?" Scott answered my question, "I think they only target people who are 'worthy' enough." I shuddered and then Lydia said, out of nowhere, "I'm gonna go. This sounds more like a werewolf thing. C'mon Allison!" Then before Allison could answer, she was being pulled out like a ragdoll by Lydia. "Scott, I need to speak to you. Privately." , Isaac had said out loud, not breaking his stare from me. Almost insantly, my eyes zipped over to Scott just as his to me. I knew we had to be thinking the same thing. This "private" talk was about me. Scott reluctantly moved into a different room with Isaac and shut the door. I was worried and Deaton noticed it. "Preston. You're unlike any other werewolf here. You're young! Normally, young teens aren't able to control themselves. They may have targeted you because of this." , he said, looking at me. "I just...I just want to...I don't know." , I struggled for the words. It was almost like I had to catch the words but they were flying high in the sky away from me. I felt lonely, I felt targeted, I felt talked about. My eyes widened as I tuned into my super-hearing better. "I don't trust him." , Isaac's voice of course. "He's my brother and I have proof. I trust him." , Scott. "But-"  "No, I trust him Isaac." Then I looked away as they came out. Deaton smirked at me and I tried not to laugh at my eavesdropping. Isaac looked from Deaton's smirk to my struggling-not-to-laugh face. "You ass!" , he said as he jumped toward me in anger.