Bitten Witch

Chapter 4

With Lilith gone, I decide to do some research on my little ass problem. God why does all the embarrassing stuff happen to me, it's three in the afternoon, my Mother is sleeping and the cats are out in the lounge room or something. It's now obvious that it was stupid to search up what happened because the only thing that Google had to offer was things saying I was going to turn into a werewolf or you know, die. Using my foot I push away from the desk and spin in my wheelie chair.

Surely the whole, getting hairy once a month during the full moon, is just a bunch of idiots wanting the supernatural to exist. I mean, it's so clichéd after all I've read about it in like several different werewolf romance novels. Girl gets bitten, girl gets hairy, girl meets boy-toy, boy and girl have romance, shit happens with a happy ending. Sometimes vampires are involved but not always, or witches. I sigh, happy endings don't happen in real life, in real life, if you get bitten by a wolf you need to get rabies shots, which I had to get two hours ago and trust me, no one likes getting needles, especially in the butt.

I'm so thankful this week is finally over, although, the full moon is tomorrow. Maybe after school, I could turn into a giant wolf. Pfft, in my dreams. I mean, in the books and stuff, weird things usually start happening to them, right, like super hearing or smell, or they start to get angry easier or they have an increase in cravings, usually for meat. Well, none of that has happened to me. One, my eyesight is pretty shit, it's almost to the point where I might need glasses, two, my hearing is the same as usual, three, I've always been a pretty chillaxed person and four, I'm always craving food. So nothing out of the ordinary.

That reminds me that I need my afternoon snack. With that, I head out to the kitchen. I stumble when the cats run through my legs as they play chase, I shake my head and pull open heaven on earth, the fridge. I pull out the ham and stare at it, then I grab a steak and then I just continue to pull meat from the fridge and freezer.

It's a few minutes later when my Mum walks in to me sitting on the floor surrounded by meat. I'm in the middle of eating a raw streak when she shrieks at me.

"Alex, what the fuck are you doing?"

"I don't know!" I shout continuing to eat the meat.

"But that's raw, you need to cook it first."

"No, I need to eat it now! Now get the fuck out, and leave me to my cravings."

"Are you on your per...?"

"No! MUM! GET OUT!"

"Sure."

She turns around and starts to leave, having dealt with me my whole life.

"I'll be out late, please try to save some food for later."

"Don't tell me what to do Mum! And OK, love you." Then I proceed to take a big bite of the leg ham.

"Love you too." With that, the front door slams closed.

It only takes about ten more minutes of me eating before I have to rush to the bathroom. I'm hurling up all the food I just consumed because it's raw meat and makes people sick, ya know. I'm probably also poisoned but, oh well. Then Sassy by Kat Graham rings throughout the bathroom.

"Hey, Lil... bleh." I continue to hurl.

"Lex! What's wrong?" Lil's concerned voice comes through the speaker.

"Too much, bleh, raw, bleh, meat, bleh, cravings. Bleh, help."

I hurl continuously while trying to get the message across.

"Did you get another weird craving that landed you in the bathroom?"

"YES, bleh."

"I'm hanging up now. I'm not in the mood to deal with this again."