The Depths Of Their Broken Minds

Introduction

BLOOD

Red, the last thing I remember seeing before I blacked out in my own bathtub, letting the comforting darkness of death take over as I stared at the blood pouring from my wrists and into the warm bath water, turning it pink. I vaguely felt someone lift me from the tub before I lost consciousness. I tried to protest, No, I want to die. But nothing came out of my mouth. I couldn't move my arms to push the person away. Once I was unconscious, I relaxed. Finally, I thought.

But, unfortunately, death never came...

I lye there, unmoving. I couldn't move my body. It felt as if I had no control. My dreams, or nightmares, were filled with the terrible memories that drove me to attempt to kill myself. Why didn't I die? Why couldn't they have just left me there to die?

'Because they love you.' A voice spoke from the depths of my broken mind. 'They love us.'

The first time I had heard this voice inside my head, I was scared. I thought I was going insane. Well, more insane than I already was.

I was lying in bed, staring at my ceiling, wishing my parents were still alive. 'I miss them too' The voice spoke calmly, sadness very evident in her voice. Her voice sounded exactly like mine, but more mature, more calm, more... feral.

I immediately sat up straight in my bed, looking around my room for the person behind the voice. I stopped breathing, sitting still, listening. I heard nothing. There was no one in my room but me.

"Hello?" I called out, I don't really know what I was expecting, someone to walk out of my closet, crawl out from under my bed, answering me? No, that didn't happen, and deep inside, I knew that the voice I heard was coming from my own head. I didn't want to believe it, though.

'Hi.' The voice said. This time, the answer was delayed, and I jumped from my bed and onto my feet, looking around, my head moving around frantically. At this point, I was actually wishing that some stranger would jump out of nowhere, that this voice didn't come from my own head. I ran a hand through my dark hair and sighed in frustration. I'm about to talk to myself. Like a psychopath.

Who are you? I thought, hoping, praying, that nothing would answer back, and it was just my stupid imagination running wild again. But, boy, was I wrong.

The voice chuckled after a moment of silence. 'Do you really not know?'  The voice asked, 'Are you really that naive?'

Well... that was... oddly insulting. I stood in front of my mirror, looking into my bright ice blue eyes. Enlighten me. I said.

The voice sighed. 'I am your wolf, a piece of your soul, I'm here to guide you through the life the life of a werewolf.' The voice explained.

I laughed, out loud. I was definitely going crazy. Werewolf. I said, amused.

I could feel the voice roll her eyes inside of me. It was on odd and scary feeling, feeling someone else's emotions, hearing someone else's thoughts. 'Yes.' The voice responded, clearly unamused. 'Werewolf.'

You're hilarious. I scoffed.

'I know. I crack myself up sometimes.' The voice said sarcastically.