Shifting

Amber

Walking alone down that road made me remember before we were kidnapped before I shifted before I met Red. God, I am so dumb. I gave up the only good thing about my life. A drip on my cheek surprised me and I spun around trying to fight my tears. I laugh a little at myself and wiped it away.

/ / / / /

A car pulled up next to me. The man rolled down the window and started catcalling.

"Hey, Pretty lady," he said. I ignored.

"Yo. Hot thing. Can you hear me?" he parked the car and crawled out of it. He put his hand on my shoulder.

"You just made a big mistake," I growled.

"Like you can beat me." He said

"No. But I can" I heard a familiar voice and the man was suddenly on the ground.

"Matt..." my voice caught. He didn't hear me. He sat on top of him and hit him repeatedly. "Matt..."

"Don't. You ever. Touch Her. Again." He screamed beating on him.

"Matt..." I felt like I was seeing a ghost. "Matt!" I pulled back on his arm. The man was on the ground unconscious. I looked at Matt who was covered in the man's blood. He looked at his hands. He was scared.

"Matt..." I reach my hand out, but he jerks away. He turned and ran. "Matt!"

/ / / / /

I found him sitting up against a tree with red grass around him. He had his knees to his chest and his head down. The hot August air had dried the ground and the grass as I walked up to him. His head jerked up and I saw how scared he was.

"Stay back. I don't want to hurt you," he told me getting to his feet.

"Matt. You won't hurt me. Not like before." his eyes stray from mine as I mention it.

"I am sorry," he whispered loud enough for me to hear.

"You saved my life in countless ways. I am not scared of you." I said slowly stepping closer to him.

"You should be!" he snapped at me and starts to walk away.

"Matt!"

/ / / / /

I thought that would be the last time I saw him. That night, my first alone in four months, I laid freezing on the ground below a large tree. In my dreams, I saw my best friend, Red, her dark eyes shining with her smile. The way she takes care of Willow... took care. More then all I dream of him. I saw him sitting alone in the woods terrified of something, he pulled a gun out his belt and swung it wildly. He was so confused, so scared, so alone. He seemed to be fighting an invisible force pointing the gun to his head, and he was losing. He put his finger slowly around the trigger. 'No.' I thought to myself. 'This is just a bad dream, wake up Amber, wake up.'

And I did. To a gunshot. (ODP:12/3/17)