Werewolf Baby

Chapter 8.

"...the plan?"said a voice.

"I don't know. I can't think."said a familiar voice.

"None of us can Alpha, we need you."said an unfamiliar voice.

"A lot of children were taken."said another familiar voice.

"It wasn't only Emily, darling."said yet another unfamiliar voice.

"I know, when she wakes up then I'll come up with something."said the first familiar voice.

My eyes fluttered open. I saw five people standing over my bed. One was a doctor, my parents, and two strangers. My throat was dry and my eyes hurt. Once I tried to sit up my head started throbbing. I groaned and the doctor quickly ushered me back down into bed, "You should rest."

"What happened?"I croaked.

My mom's eyes were red and puffy, so were my dad's eyes.

"Mom, what happened?"I asked getting a little panicked.

Everything was blank in my mind. I couldn't recover a single memory, all I could remember was getting into Reed's car. My heart started beating harder, a beeping sound sped up along with my heart off to the side but I ignored it. Everyone in the room avoided my gaze.

"Mom, what happened?"I asked again.

She looked up at me her eyes watery, "Emily and Reed were taken."she said quietly.

My eyes started tearing up. Suddenly, it all came rushing up to greet me. The daycare, the vans, the men, Reed. Emily. She got shot. Oh, god my three year old sister got shot. She got shot! It was all my fault. It felt like someone dropped an anvil on my heart and was beating me senseless. Everything felt numb and painful at the same time. My lungs hurt but I couldn't feel it. It was like it didn't reach me, I acknowledged the pain but didn't care. It was all my fault. All my fault. When I took another breath it was shaky. Then, I started to break down. Tears overflowed and spilled down my cheeks, I shook as I cried. It was a violent cry. My whole body shook with tremors as I sobbed. My legs curled up to my chest as I laid on my side and tried not to think about the fact that my sister was probably dead because of me. It was all my fault.

There was a hand on my right shoulder but I didn't bother looking up. It felt like the rug had just been ripped out from underneath me revealing a huge bottomless pit that went right through the center of the Earth leaving me to fall for eternity. Emotions hit me in waves. At first it was fear, then it was anger, then depression and utter sadness. The only thing that seemed to be really there was the white wall that was in front of my face. People moved about around me but I ignored them. Nothing else mattered. My arms wrapped around my legs securing myself into the fetal position. The next time I looked up there was no one in the room with me. It was almost dark outside, it hadn't been almost dark outside before. The clock said it was six. When me and Reed left the school it had almost been lunch time. Part of me wondered when I had woken up but the other part of me didn't care and was suddenly consumed with the heart crushing reality of the fact that I was probably never going to see Emily or Reed ever again. Why did I even care about Reed? I had just met him a couple days ago, when his pack kidnapped me, Melanie, Darren, and Blake.

'Emily and Reed were taken', the words echoed around in my head. Taunting me, haunting me. Poking and prodding at my brain and heart. Playing with my emotions like they were toys. In all my years I'd never experienced anything like this before. 'This is what giving up feels like', I thought. I'd never really understood before how someone could really do it. Take their own life, hurt themselves, do anything to risk their life, now I could. Anything to make this pain stop would be worth it in my eyes. At that moment I could've done it. But what good would that have done? Emily and Reed would still be gone. They still would be in pain or even worse....no. Don't go there again. Tears started to spill again. My head hurt from all the crying. Forgetting what the doctors said I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom in my hospital room. Inside the bathroom there was a towel next to the sink. I looked into the mirror and felt disgusted.

Looking back at me was a girl I didn't recognize. Looking back at me was a girl who couldn't fight for her three year old sister. Her three year old sister who was completely defenseless but somehow managed to be stronger that her. Looking back at me was a girl who didn't have any discernible skills. A girl who only got in the way and was something to be ashamed of. I was ashamed of myself. Ashamed and disgusted. How could I not fight back? How could I let them take my sister? My little sister? Family is supposed to protect family. Not give up when it's too hard. But there I was standing there in the bathroom of a hospital where Emily should've been. Instead of Emily standing there being perfectly fine I was standing there. I threw the towel over the mirror not sure of what I would've done if I looked at myself anymore. I gripped the sides of the sink tightly trying to keep from crying again. It was sickening how weak I was. How defenseless, useless, weak I was. Well, I'd had enough. That was where it would end. I was done being thought of as the inferior little human. I was done being afraid. They took my sister. They took my mate. That was crossing the line. First thing is first, find out who 'they' are. Then, make them pay.

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A/N

SO SORRY IT'S SO SHORT! But it's a cliff hanger! Hope you like it. I liked writing it. I was totally on a roll right there. Renee's getting serious. It's getting pretty cereal now guys. Fo shizzel(sorry about my ridiculousness). Comment any suggestions, corrections, thoughts, vote, and hope you enjoyed!

-Maria