Bitten

Chapter 5

The trees shielding the small clearing, making it even darker than it already was with the sun almost below the horizon. The light was a dusky golden and it shone lightly onto Larkas pale skin. She lay in a pool of dirty blood, her lips ripped into shreds and claw marks on her chest. Her breaths came in rapid shallow gasps, her torso hardly moving.

A leaf slowly tumbled down and rested on her hand before it again was blown across the dusty undergrowth strewn floor. She lay there unconscious of everything until they found her. The police quickly called an ambulance and after hearing the buzz of noise from the sirens for three - five minutes, they finally arrived with a pristine, white stretcher.

Lifting her onto it, they were careful not to move her too much as she had lost far too much blood already. They needed to clean the wounds quickly, as already her immune system was taking action and dry blood clots were plastering the deep gashes on her chest.

She coughed and a little blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth. They had rushed down the hill and attached the stretcher onto the ambulance and slid it in, jumping inside and driving quickly to the hospital.

Her parents had already arrived and they quickly ushered her into the emergency department. Attaching her onto an oxygen machine and a blood transfusion.

...

I woke up, the thumping sensation dimming down a little as I looked about the room I was in. My head felt as if a knife was being thrust in and twisted over and over again. I couldn't recognise where I was, the white walls swirling about my vision. I tried to sit up, a hand pushed me back down and the soothing voice of my mother sounded above and to my left.

"Oh, dear, you're awake, sweetie."

I turned my eyes and blearily looked up at her.

"Mum, why am I here?"

I reached up with my right hand and rubbed my eyes, I couldn't remember much of yesterday, but I knew it wasn't good. My mind darted back to the kissing and how it started off good and them turned disgustingly bad.

I shook my head.

"No, dear, don't do that."

What is Harry?

I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was wrong. I thought I should get to know him, but he did seem like a good guy.

He is a good guy.

I didn't want to listen to my conscious. I'm sure it's not right, but then again. I felt, deep inside that it was.

I was scared, I wanted him to be good. I liked him, really liked him.

"Darling, you were attacked by the animal while you were out walking. The police found paw prints around where they found you. Can you tell us this? Why were there two sets of footprints up until you were attacked?"

I quickly looked up at her and gulped, hoping I wasn't giving off any emotion in my face.

"I wasn't with anyone, promise. I had walked up alone, because I wanted some space."

My mother looked at me with eyes narrowed. She wasn't usually like this, I was confused. I bit my lip, she frowned and smiled again.

"You're obviously a little drowsy from the many drugs going through your system over the last week."

I gasped, week? How long had I been in hospital?

"How long have I been in here?! I thought it was only yesterday!"

She frowned.

"No baby, you've been in for a week. You've been in a coma for the last week and you've only just woken up."

My eyes widened and I felt feint.

Was Harry worrying about me?

Did he even care?

I looked up as - who I guessed was the doctor - walk in and smile at me.

"The cuts on your chest had punctured your lungs so breathing may take a while to get back to normal."

I hardly controlled my gasp.

What had Harry done to me?

...

I woke up drowsily and looked about my room, I sat bolt upright and cursed.

"Shit, where's Larka?"

I searched my room for some clothes, pulling on old ripped jeans and a t-shirt with an old rock band printed on the front. All my clothes were old, this one happened to be my favourite though.

I stalled and clutched my head, it was thumping and I pulled my hand away and there was blood. I sniffed my hand.

"Well crap, that's mine."

I wobbled into the kitchen and fell with my hands outstretched against the sink, the metal clinking reverberating through my hands and into my head. I winced, and turned on the tap. It creaked and squeaked and I thumped my hand against the dash board.

"Why is everything destroying my head today?"

I sighed, pouring water over my hair and washing the dried blood out of my hair. The cut didn't seem big, but I always got a headache after changing anyway. I also always managed to get cuts and bruises, I thought back to the first time I met Larka properly.

I'd been nearly out from previously changing and I could hardly take the gash that monster had given me.

I cursed, I needed to control it. It had controlled me for far too long.

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I

Hope

This

Wasn't

Too

Short

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