Walking on Broken Glass

Chapter 4- Boys, Boys, Boys

                The alarm went off, arousing me from my deep sleep. I sat on my bed, holding my head in my hands as flashbacks from the dream played through my head. I was in my wolf form, my silvery grey fur painted red with blood. The blood dripped from my incisors, running down my chin and onto my paws. I was hunched in attack position when I heard a stick crack in the bushes. I pounced and ripped out the throat of a girl, her screams rippling down my spine. Her hot, bright red blood spilled from the wound as I shook her violently. Her screams stopped and with her last breath, her body went limp. I threw her body onto the pile like a rag doll. I let out a low, satisfied growl.  I looked at the dead bodies I had piled up like a wood pile. I took a step back to admire my work when I noticed the people I had just murdered were the only people that I had ever cared about. My father, my mother, Jullian, Natalya, Vivian, Camilla and the list went on. I took a long, hard look at the girl whose throat I’d just mangled. Her dark hair was sticking to her body, attaching itself to the blood. Her brown eyes stared at me but they weren’t staring at me. They were frozen in terror, staring at the face of the monster who had just murdered her. Aryanna, a voice called out in my mind like a whisper.

                I brought my head out of my hands and shook my head, shaking the memories away. Aryanna was still sleeping on my floor, curled up, snoring. I nudged her with my foot at which she groaned in a response. I nudged her again; she turned over, waving her hand at me. I hate when people wave their hand at me. I slapped her hand away with a scowl plastered on my face. At that, she sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes.  She stretched her arms over her head, yawning. Her hair was an absolute mess but then I guess so was mine. She had been crying all night in her sleep which woke me up a few times.

“Come on, we have to go to school.” I said, pushing myself up off the bed with my good arm and hobbling around her towards my dresser. She sat on the floor, tears already threatening to spill onto her face.

“Oh no, no more crying, Aryanna Alvares is not a cry baby.” I pointed to her, shaking my finger in her face. She smacked my hand away, wiping her eyes before the waterworks started up again.

“I turn seventeen in two weeks, I will meet my mate at my party and I will be so happy that I won’t care what Jullian thinks.” She crossed her arms over her chest, holding her head high. I smiled at this, she was back to normal. I hobbled back over to her and eased myself onto the floor next to her.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked.

“I’m okay, it still hurts but I’m not going to let him get to me.” She smiled and I gave her a hug.

 We broke away and walked over to my dresser, picking out clothes. Aryanna decided to wear my lime green dress. It was a little big on me, but with her curves it fit perfectly. She grabbed my leather jacket and boots to pair with it. She straightened her hair, leaving it loose around her shoulders and put heavy black mascara and eyeliner on.

“You look hot.” I smiled at her. I had decided to go with plain ripped skinny jeans and an All American Rejects band t-shirt. I laced up my black high tops and pulled my hair into a side braid. I had no body to impress at school. I walked into my small bathroom and brushed my teeth, putting on a small amount of vanilla scented perfume, my favorite. I looked back out into my room and Aryanna was nowhere to be seen.