I'm the only human

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"Why don't you go outside?", my little sister asked me for the millionth time. I gave her the same answer I always give her.

"I don't want to."

"You always say that", she whined. What else was I supposed to say. That I'm human, that if people found out I would probably be killed. I couldn't say that to my six-year-old sister, at least not yet.

"Why don't you just stay here", I said hoping she say yes for once.

"I don't like it in here, it's too cramped, I want to run", she whined like she always does. I could expect no less, she's part wolf, she's made to be outside. Unlike me who's only urge to be outside is a change of scenery.She started jumping on the couch, I could tell she is getting anxious.

"Come on Suri or were going to leave without you", my dad yelled through the door.

"Coming daddy", she yelled." Please come with us, it's really fun and you never show your Wolf",she begged, referring to the pack's annual two-day run.

"Maybe next time",I offered.

"That's what you always say", she said taking on her pouty face she's perfected over her five years. "Well bye."

"I love you", I said as she ran over to the door and swung it open.

"Yeah", was all she said before she shifted into her pure white Wolf and ran to catch up with the others. I got up to shut the door and looked out at the deep green forest, to dense for the bright sun in the blue sky penetrate. I smelt the crisp air and imagined what it was like to feel the grass on my bare feet ,to run through the forest, to feel the warm sun on my back. I was so tempted to take that chance, but then I remembered they would smell me before my foot even touch the ground and they know I wasn't like them. I shut the door.

I waited till I was sure the pack was far enough then I ran up to my room, also known as the attic. I took my guitar off its stand and strummed a chord. The crisp sound sang in my ears and I sighed. I missed playing so much and I only got to play at rare times like this when the whole pack is out. Everyone in the pack had amazing hearing and they would hear me playing and start to question who's up here. That would be really bad since I'm not suppose to exist.

After the Great War between humans and werewolves, after the humans lost, werewolves took over the world and they had every last human killed. Humans couldn't be changed into a werewolf by bite, or scratch, or anything like that, those things would only kill them, unless they had the gene and if they did that meant they weren't really human. So that's what they did, they bit and scratched the rest of the rebellions and the ones with the gene lived, the ones without died. That's what I am, someone without the gene, human, but the difference is I was born 200 years after the war and I was born to two werewolves. This is a one in a billion chance and it only has happened three times since the war. and I'm the third. The first time, they killed the baby a few days after it was born, their hatred for humans still strong. The second time the person lived to about 4 and was discovered and killed. I've survived for 16 years, having been born to parents who were loving and always curious about humans and my older brother Levi, who has protected and kept my secret. We haven't told Suri yet but we will once she's old enough to handle the secret. I live in absolute seclusion. I have only been outside twice in my life and almost got caught both times. So I live my life in my room, writing songs, poems, and stories, reading every book know to werewolf kind. I go down stairs to eat and hang out with my family, but only when they're all there.

I started singing one of the songs I wrote and started figuring out the chords to go with the tune I made up. Joy shimmered inside me as I sang and sparked every time I discovered the right chord. I wish I could do this forever or maybe even as a living, to be free of these walls, this house, this world were I was prisoner. To be able to just step outside without fear of being killed just for one day maybe, but I've been dreaming for that my whole life and I know it will just stay a dream. I snapped out of my thoughts when there was a loud, aggressive knock at the door.

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