When I wake up I find myself on a cold surface. My best guess is that it's the floor. Just as I had expected my body is limp on the cement ground. My body doesn't seem to want to move but I can turn my head to look at my surroundings. I'm in a building, that looks old and used. There's nothing interesting around me. It's pretty much empty and all is quiet.
Forcing my body to get up is horribly painful but I do so anyways. I move around the room, limping slowly. There's a light hanging from the ceiling but it fails to really make the room bright and visible.
Just barley, I can make out the faint trace of a door and I start to move towards it. Each step I take is extremely painful and I cry out even at some points.
Once I get to the door I paw my hands all over it searching for the door knob. I find it pretty easily and make an attempt to turn it but it doesn't budge. The one moment of brief excitement was lost and I groaned unhappily. Slamming my body against the wall, I slowly fell to my knees and began to sob. I was scared, alone, had no clue where I was.
It wasn't like I had a phone. That was nowhere to be found and Jinx wasn't here. Nobody was here other then me. Right now, I'd rather have a insane serial killer then to be alone in this creepy room!
Suddenly, the door rattles and my shaker sobs are silenced. My eyes dart over to the door as it begins to slowly freak open. My breaths are heavy and full of immense fear.
"Hey there, hot stuff. Glad to see you're awake. You were getting a little, boring." The voice mocked me and immediately I knew who's voice that was.
Jinx's brother, Chris.
He's the one that brought me here. That fucker messed with me and has the guts to come in here and act like I'm just a toy? Uh huh- no way.
Angrily, I snarl at Chris warning him to shut up and back off but he only circles me as if he's the predator and I'm his pathetic little prey. Once again, more threatening this time I snarl. Instincts, I can feel them. I don't know if it's my wolf helping me or not but I wanna attack and defend myself now. Find Jinx, make sure he's perfectly okay.
Chris kneels in front of me and I bear my teeth at him, trying to intimidate my enemy.
"Feisty, you learn quick but you got nothing on me. Can't you see? Your wolf hasn't even shown herself yet. Your weak without her. Nothing but a little bitch."
His harsh words only angered me more and I rose to my feet, as he did so also. This man would not frighten me. I was a werewolf. A fighter. Deadly and strong.
"You.. are the weak one. Using words to scare me. Being an ass for your own entertainment. Sick, and I'm disgusted in you!" I shout at him, making me sound strong for once. Surprisingly, my voice was not as weak as I had imagined only making me all the more proud of myself and my new found bravery.
Chris was silent for a moment, as if he was at a loss of words but then he came back, feisty and clearly not too happy with my own words. "Fuck. You."
He left me in the room, walking out the door and slamming it loudly. Almost shook the entire room.
I groaned and tried to once again pull the door open but it wouldn't. Maybe it didn't open from the inside? That could always be a possibility.
One more time I try at the door only to fail and feel ridiculous for even trying. At least I didn't give up too soon? Right?
Feeling ever so hopeless I leaned against the wall. My body was in loads of pain and my head had so many thoughts running through it at the same exact, horrible time. Of course I couldn't just get a break. No one ever gets a break. Life just isn't that easy, but I really wish it was.
When I look down at the floor I notice something on it, like a little sheet of paper. I pick it up, examining it. There's nothing on the paper but my senses come strong and the smell from it is driving me crazy. Axe. Jinx always wore axe. Was he here? Did he touch this little slip of paper? Was it some sort of clue l and I was in a game?
Putting the paper in my bra because I didn't have pockets, I walked around the room. There wasn't much light so I had to study closely to the walls which wasn't as hard as I had thought due to my good eyes.
Nothing really strikes me as important and it turned out as a fail.
Now it's almost about an hour since Chris came and enlighten me with his pathetic talk. I roll my eyes at the very thought of him. God, he makes me so mad ya know, being my kidnapper and all.
I sit on the floor and stare at the empty wall, torn wallpaper is peeling off.
There's nothing to do, even worse then at Jinx's huge ass house.
It's freezing cold.
And the hunger rising in me is starting to drive me completely insane.
Much longer and I'll be rolling all over the floor crying and begging for someone to let me out.
All of a sudden I hear a lot of thumping but then it all goes quiet right after. I rush over by the door and place my head against it to try and listen more.
Nothing.
Frustration engulfs me at the fact that I'm stuck in this room while there could be something dangerous going on upstairs. What if it's like, a fire or bombs? I don't wanna die yet!
Shouting is then heard but once again it goes quite immediately after it.
Whatever. Not my problem. Not my concern.
I decide to give up on listening and sit over in the middle of the room. My stomach growls and I want nothing more then to get food into my system. In all honesty, no part of my body feels good right at this moment and it sucks. Fucking sucks.
Maybe if "my wolf" showed herself to me this wouldn't be such a difficult task- and by task I mean being held captive. None of this was my choice and I'd really like some help.
Sighing, I get up off the floor and try the door knob once again. This time it pulls a little but doesn't go very far. I let out the breath I had been holding and kick the bottom of the door harshly. My right hand balls into a fist and I punch the door causing me to whimper in pain at the impact. I don't mind though. It's not like I have anything better to do.
After my punching spree I make my way over to the other side of the room and into the darkest corner. I trace the walls again, feeling for any signs of escape. Sadly, but not surprisingly, there's absolutely nothing.
Then, I come across a lump. I put my hand on it and feel it. Plastic and maybe metal? Glass? For a second I have no clue what the mysterious object is but then it almost like, clicks in me. It's a camera.
Somebody, most likely Chris, is watching me by this pathetic little thing?
Fuck no.
Without a second thought, I send a punch to it, one after the other. To my surprise only after a few of my lame punches, the camera shatters at my feet and for the first time in a while, I smile.
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//Wow, Bella has guts! Lol. Anyways, I don't really have a built up plot any longer for this story. As I've been writing it, it's going into all different directions and it's like "ahhhhh" so yea, please don't judge my awful attempt to make a new plot! :D//
Love you all! Remember, everyone's amazing and beautiful in their own way 💕
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Danger Ahead: She Awakens
Werewolf||Bella|| On the outside? She was perfect. On the inside? She was alone, and broken. Most of all? She was an animal, and she didn't even know it. ||Jinx|| Did he love? Hell no. Did he hate? Purely heartless. What was he? An alpha male that will no...
