Casey's PoV
The room is completely white. The floors, covered in snow. The room is ice cold. I know that if I stay in here any longer I'll freeze to death, "Hello?" I ask unable to form the words loud.
A door I didn't know about swings open and I am faced with darkness. The air that escapes the room is warm, drawing me in. I step into the door frame and am pushed inside by the door swinging shut. I am thankful that it is warm inside of here. Then I am met with the unthinkable, Anthony. Except its not that it's him, he's strapped into a chair, bleeding out from his hips.
"We told you she'd come." I heard murmurs from behind me, I turned around and the door and wall was gone. Though The other side of the room wasn't the winter coldness I had hoped, it was the same warm darkness.
"Hello? Where am I?" I ask only to be met with silence. "Please. I' scared." This time I hear voices but they are not directed toward me. "Just go and tell her what's going on." They pause for a second then continue, "If you won't then I will." I can tell by the voice that its a girl. Just as I thought a girl comes walking out of the darkness. "See what we did to Anthony? Do you like it, we've certainly styled him up."
Styled him up? What kind of person cuts both sides of a persons hips and then says their 'Styling them up.' It's cruel, everything about where I am is cruel, "Your right about one thing, Casey." The voice says again, "This is cruel, but not as cruel as you think," The girl has sympathy in her voice and it just makes my anger for her increase, "Stay out of my thoughts!" I scream at her. She smirks and says, "Its kind of hard to when they are so, what's the word, oh yeah, LOUD!" She says screaming the last word.
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I wake up with Anthony right by my side. I am sweating and panting, gasping for air that just can't seem to fill my lungs. Yesterday was the first day in my life I was actually tired. It wasn't very fun.
I told Anthony that I had to sleep on deciding wether to change today, tomorrow, the next day, week, month, year. And today I've made my mind up.
I don't want to change.
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Blood Love and Werewolves
Teen FictionOkay so Im writing this story for my friend Britiany. She's a really good friend so one day at school I asked her to pick out a story idea because I was blank. I would tell you what she wrote down but that would ruin the whole story so enjoy.
