The Lost Girl

Chapter 3- Running Away

Morgan's Point of View:

It was around noon when I had woken up. I felt something missing and when I opened my eyes, Zane was no longer in my room. I got out of bed and decided to go downstairs. Once there I spotted Zane at the island drinking his coffee. I silently walked up to him and hugged him around the waist from behind. As I did so, he jumped a little in his seat from being startled. He turned around and said,

"Are you okay?" he knew I wasn't. He always had a gut feeling whenever I wasn't okay so, there's no way I could lie to him. I just nodded my head and buried my face into his back. Zane then spun around and tilted my chin up so that I was looking up at him, "Tell me. What's wrong?" I looked down because what I'm going through no werewolf should ever go through. I did know how to tell him what my body is going through. How it's changing. And how much pain I've been going through. I feel as if there's a monster inside me wanting to unleash and all I want to do is be free. I didn't know what to do so, I ran upstairs to my room and shut the door behind me.

I sat on the floor of my room, in a ball, at the corner of my room. I put my head phones on hoping music would help calm me down as I spilled a pool of tears into my lap. As my music was blaring, it was still no help to get the voices out of my head,

"You don't belong here... You're a monster... Kill yourself, you're useless no one could ever love or like someone like you... How can your friends stand you... You should run away and never come back... How can Zane be around you like 24/7..."

They just kept going and continuing nonstop making my body tense up in pain. The venom wanting to break through, the wolf in me wanting to unleash, the demon wanting to break its cage, the witch wanting to go crazy and cast every spell known to mankind, the human dieing inside. My panic attack just kept getting worse. The voices in my head just kept getting stronger and louder. My mind was spinning and circles. Next thing I knew, I was screaming,

"MAKE IT STOPPPP!!!!!! GET OUT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I was lying on there floor, shaking uncontrollably as I heard someone slam my door open. I didn't open my eyes. The pain was too much to bare, my whole body was in intense pain and every time I moved, the pain only grew.

As the figure got closer to me, my breathing started to get heavy but the sound and touch of the figure seemed to tranquilize me. The figure's palm was rubbing up and down my back and said,

"Shhh, you're going to be okay," it was Zane. Even tho he sounded hurt, all I wanted to do was hit and lash out on him but I had no strength in me to do so. Only thing that came out of my mouth was,

"Help me," my voice was weak and barely audible. I peaked up at Zane and could see he was hurt,

Maybe it'd be best if you left... you don't want to cause him anymore pain, do you?

As soon as my thoughts chimed in, Zane had picked me up. Due to the both, they made me yelp.

"Shhhh, it's okay baby girl," his voice sounded like he was about to cry. He layed me on my bed and watched me as he ran his fingers through my hair as if to calm me. It had helped soothed me to the point where my breathing was back to normal, "now tell me what's wrong and don't leave a part out or else I will find out," I sat up against my head board and looked down at Zane's hands,

"I wanna be free," Zane just looked at me with this confused face,

"Explain,"

"I feel as if I don't belong here," Zane's eyes looked hurt and I continued, "Why can't I just be one thing? It's killing me and it's probably hurting you to see me like this," it appeared to as if I was breaking him but he needed to here this, "I need to run. Be free. I'm not one thing. Why should I appear as if I am. Hence, I am a werewolf human who is a Vampire, Demon, and a Witch. They all have one thing in common. They don't get along and it killing the human inside me in which my Wolf is trying to protect it. I haven't even shifted yet and by the time that comes, I will be a monster you'll want nothing to do with me," I layed my head on his thigh and started to cry, "Why me? Why?" I said as he stroked my hair,

"Look at me," He said as he lifted my chin up with his middle and pointer fingers, "You are beautiful as you are now and always will be. You're unique and I like that about you and I'll never let you forget. Nor let you out of my sight ever again fore I love you" He then kissed my forehead, "get some rest pretty girl." He tucked me into my bed like I was a child and kissed my forehead and left my room.

"Things like these I will miss deeply." I said quietly to myself and drifted of to sleep.