Trigger

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

He's begging me now. His face coated with blood. The begging just turns to whimpering. I bare my teeth and get ready to end him, to give him the death bite.

"Please" he says softly. He's lost a lot of blood and will die anyways. So I end him. My teeth sink into his neck and his blood drains into my mouth.

I let go. His body slumps to the floor. I shift back to human. My body is bare. Not a scrap on me. I grab the knife and dig my name into his arm. My wolf name anyways. I look at the bloody word. Blood runs from the T in Trigger. I step back and look at what I have done. Proud of it, no. I'm not proud of what I have done. Of what I do. No, but it makes me feel better. It makes them see that they are weaker then I am. That I am at the top and they are at the bottom.

   I shift back into a wolf, take one last look and jump out the window. I run across the street and into the woods. I stop when I see my house. I can hear my parents sleeping, breathing softly. Thinking that I'm sound asleep in my bed. When I'm really out tearing peoples throats out.

   I run at my house and jump through the window again. I shift of course nothing on. I walk over to my dresser and grab a bra and a pair of underwear. I put them both on and brush out my long black hair. My skin is pale in the dark. I'm so pale, I'm not tan and never will be.

  I turn and walk into the bathroom to wash off all of  the blood. I clean it out from under my nails, every crease in my hand until its all gone, all the evidence from the boy I killed, gone.

   I dry my hands, walk back to my room and climb in bed. I would sleep and wake up, but the boy. He would sleep and never wake up. I fall asleep and in my sleep I remember. I whimper slightly at the memory.

   I see myself drag him out of the bed. He had seen me come in. Not my wolf, me. He saw me shift. I got him on the floor and made him bleed. I bit him and tore off skin. He did scream but when he did my paw was always there. He would beg, but I wouldn't  listen. Finally after almost all of his skin was gone I ended him. I saw my face, my wolf face coming at me as if I was the boy.

   I jolted up in bed as my alarm clock went off. I was soaked in sweat. My bra and underwear was as well. I looked myself over. Not a scratch on me. I was okay.

   I climb out of bed and walk into my bathroom. Getting ready for school starting with a shower. I needed it with how sweaty I was. The dream scared me. Is that how they felt when I tore them apart, fear, did they feel fear. It doesn't matter what's done is done. I killed them for the better. I wouldn't have to worry about them making fun of me anymore.

   I turn the water off and wring out my hair. Then dry it off with a towl. I brush it out and put it in its normal pony tail. I grab an apple from the kitchen and finish that. I look at the time.

   "Shoot!" I say loudly, the bus is going to be here in five. I run back up to the bathroom and brush my teeth. Then I put on my black converse. I don't wear makeup. I wasn't pretty to anyone anyways.

   I grab my bag and run out the door. Mom and Dad were already at work. I'm an only child, and I'm not sure if I'm happy or sad about that. I think happy because that means I didn't have to take care of anyone but myself.

   I stand at the bus stop waiting for the bus to come. My bus took forever. I also hated all the kids on it. I didn't have any friends, really sometimes I didn't mind. I kinda liked not having anyone I thought it was less to deal with, less drama. Of course it would be better if I wasn't made fun of then there would be no drama at all. The bus comes and the doors open and I have to go in.

   The moment my foot leaves the last step a crumpled up paper ball hits my face. I look around at all of the kids laughing. even the bus driver gives a little laugh. I'm not sure who it came from so I say nothing and make my way to the back. I'm tripped on the way back there though. I catch myself right before I hit the floor. Which causes everyone to laugh harder.