Trigger

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

It's been two hours now that I've been home from school. I'm just laying on my bed with nothing to do. I can feel my wolf inside of me thrashing to get out. Gasping for air. It's craving blood. I'm craving blood.

I find myself to start making horrible gasping sounds as if I can't breathe anymore, as if my craving for blood is choking me.

I roll out of bed, and fall to the floor. Still making those awful sounds. I some how manage to get to my feet. My lungs are burning now. I stumble to the bathroom and look myself in the mirror.

My eyes are wide. My face is not purple although it feels that way. My face is just simply flushed. Just flushed in a light pink. It felt much worse then it really was.

It felt as though my lungs were on fire. As though a fire was burning my lungs till they would be black and charred. I clawed at my throat with my nails. Still I couldn't breathe, my lungs were on fire.

I was craving blood. My wolf was fighting. I was fighting too but lack of air made me weak and my wolf won. I shift and my clothes are ripping off of me till they are just scraps laying on the floor.

I growl loudly, my mouth is watering at just the simple thought of blood. I have made myself addicted to the taste of blood. Human blood no doubt.

My window is open, so I jump out of it and run down the street into the woods. Fighting my craving for blood the whole way there. I growl at myself then suddenly sharp pain shoots through my whole body. I fall to the ground. I cry out loudly.

I roll around in the leaves as if to roll the pain off. Still the pain courses through me. I stand and dig the nails on my paws into the dirt. I tilt my head back and howl. My throat burns. My lungs still burn. I whimper loudly. The fire is getting bigger. Its spreading through me. Its going faster and faster Its getting hotter and hotter.

It burns. Its like my insides are turning black then just turns to ash. It feels as though all of that is happening inside of me.

I want blood. Human blood. I want it more then I have ever wanted anything before. It felt as though the craving for blood would kill me if I never gave it what the craving wanted. I don't want to kill anymore. I don't want to be a monster anymore. I don't want to be a cause of death.

My wolf is fighting me. It wants blood. I'm losing control. I'm losing control of everything. Of myself. I am scare. This has never happened to me before yet it was my fault that any of this happened.

I feel my wolf tearing through. "No!" I scream in my head, "No! Stay in!" I scream at my wolf. I shake my head back and forth. I lose control. I fall too the ground and my body starts twitching. I feel something new run through my veins.

I'm thinking like my wolf now. My wolf has won the battle. It controls me now. We think of the last person who hurt us. Made fun of us or just did anything mean to us. Not sure I can't remember that far back right now because the only thing I can think about is my craving for blood.

I start running through the woods and reach a row of houses. The sun has gone down. I must have been in the woods for hours.

I know that my bus goes down this street, so someone who rides my bus lives on this road.

I see a light on in a house just a few houses down from where I am standing. I silently trot over to the window and peek inside. The girl with blonde hair that always hangs around with all the boys is here. I sniff at the window and smell a scent I have inhaled before.

The boy I killed. He was here at her window. Now I remember that this girl is in my first class. I remember her scream as the name was said. She was the one who ran out of the room.