Broken bones and a pure white wolf

“Faster, higher!” Danny yelled at me, his little legs swinging in the air. Laughing I gave him one more push before checking the time. 4:15, we better head home. I stopped the swing; my little brother jumped off and started to run away.

“Can’t catch me!” He called over his shoulder.

“Come on Dan,” I said “Mums waiting.” Danny stopped and looked at me with his big puppy dog eyes. He knows I can’t say no to them, little devil.

“Carry me sissy, I’m tired.” I swear this boy will be the death of me. I couldn’t resist his eyes.

“Fine,” bracing myself, because although Danny is only four he is really heavy. I bent down and SNAP! I fell to my knees; one of my legs was twisted at a funny angle. I screamed again as my arm snapped. I could feel Danny’s horrified gaze on me. My thoughts drifted to mum. We were meant to be home ages ago. Her sixteen year old daughter and her four year old son, missing.

“Danny,” I croaked, “Go to mummy.” He met my gaze with his stubborn one.

“No,” he said, clenching his jaw. “I’m not leaving you. You’re hurting.” Gently he touched my arm as my other bones broke. I screamed. Tears streaked down my face and blurred my vision. I was going to die. Mum. She couldn’t take it if I died, not with dad’s death so fresh in her mind. He died only two months ago in a car crash. Just then my phone started ringing.

“Danny, get my phone out of my bag.” I wheezed. His eyes widened. I never let him touch my iPhone. He quickly got it out of my bag just as my other arm broke. I tried to hold in the scream, but I failed. His eyes were filled with worry. More bones broke as I told him what to do.

“Momma,” I held back another scream.

“Danny? What’s happened? Where’s Rachel?” My mother asked.

“Rachel is hurting momma, she is broken all over.” He stopped as I screamed my back arching in pain.

“Rachel, don’t worry I’m coming.” She cut off the call. Danny put my phone back and crawled up next to me.

“Mommy’s coming, it’s okay,” He crooned, stroking my hand. Danny always knew how to make me smile. I heard the car pull up just as the most painful bone broke yet. My spine. I screamed as I was flipped over. My bones stopped breaking. But something else started. I thought my bones breaking were painful, it had nothing on this. All my broken bones, rearranging inside of me. My bones stopped moving and I was thankful for five seconds before fur started sprouting all over my body. It felt horrible, worse than anything. I turned to my mum.

“You’re beautiful.” She whispered. She took out a hand mirror and showed me my reflection. A pure white wolf stared back.

“Your dad was one too.”

I was a werewolf.

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I wrote this when i was 12.