Unstable

Chapter 2

I love you babe. Please Lord, I come to you as a broken, humbled, protective daughter. I need your strength and your love and warmth to help save my baby, I can't lose her. Please if she makes it also guide her through out this life. Help her fall in love with you and the world you blessed us with. Please Lord, I need your embrace in this time.

When I awoke, I was on a table laying down. I smelt blood and looked around. I was bleeding from my back and chest. I touched the wound upon my chest and shivered in pain as I discovered the placement of an entry and exit wound. The ones in my chest and back lined up so well, like I once had something that went right through me and out my back. Not only that but, my body was cold to the touch. My heart started pounding a mile a minute, which caused me to be short of breath. My heart reassured me that I was ok, but quickly my assurance slowed to a complete dead stop. I felt the last of the warmth leave my body with a shiver. I became scared and breathed deeper, then I gasped for air. It was like I didn't need my lungs as much, like my lungs were already half filled. I began to cry in the dark room. I was alone and I could only hear myself. I shivered from my new body temperature. Cold on the outside, warm on the inside. After I mourned my heart a bit longer and tried to get ahold of a new breathing pattern, I listened and heard breathing but it was farther away. I smelt something delicious. Maybe mom made rolls to make up for... for what? I sat up slowly because my whole body in and out hurt, and was almost as silent as the room I was in. I looked around and saw darkness with light pouring into the room from dirty windows. I checked over my wounds and the minor ones were scarred over already. I was confused at how quickly they healed. I gingerly got off the table and winced as I was on my feet. My chest was in the most pain. I was quiet to listen for anything that may be a threat. My inner hunter, I deem, came out when I was bitten. Bitten? I barely remembered the bite or anything that came before it. But I knew it had happened. It felt like my memory was either gone or fading. And I couldn't stop it.

Upon hearing nothing and securing my safety, I continued on following the smell gently. I allowed this new creature inside me to take over to a point. I walked silently, inquest of the breathing. It was strange because I heard no heartbeat attached to it. Then I felt another presence that was like my own. But what was my own? I seemed to be tracking instead of walking. Always looking for clues. I searched around the basement I discovered I was in and finding nothing, I slipped upstairs. I followed the sound and investigated the living room. A couch, a chair. It was coming back to me a bit. I lived here. That blanket on the couch smelled familiar even from all the way over here. I walked into the kitchen and my stomach growled. I opened the oven to find it empty. I was disappointed to say the least. I stalked into a bedroom after the new smell that intrigued my new heightened senses. I identified the scent as blood and I was in need to drain whatever it was in. Although I stopped the creature because that was nasty. Even though it smelt like hot cinnamon. I looked around and concluded that I was in the master bedroom. Sun poured in from the window door that lead to the outside landing. When I walked in memories blurted out in my head but disappeared all together. My eyes scanned around past a dresser and the tussled bed sheets. Past another two doors and then resting on a darkened figure. I had found my mommy standing looking out the window. I ran over to her and grabbed her shirt,"Mother? Where's father? What happened? Why did you bite me? What are these feelings? Might I have some water?" I asked suddenly losing my sense of contractions.
"Honey, questions are for later. Daddy is dead. We are moving after the funeral." She said with no type of emotion in her voice.
"What happened..."
Sighing she turned around and faced me. Blood was around her mouth, on her hands, and clothes. I backed up at the sight of her. She looked like a distressed version of the woman who gave birth to me, twice,"Mom..." I said confused as tears welled up in my eyes. She walked past me and went into the bathroom. I heard water start to run. I looked around in shock. When my eyes looked down on the floor I saw my father laying wide eye dead and still bleeding out from his throat. I almost screamed but I put a hand over my mouth. Someone had come in and sliced my father's throat. Such an odd feeling. He was a horrid man from what little I remember. But still...