Casey
"When did she leave?"
"Two nights ago." I said.
Trev's voice sounded pissed even on the other end of a phone. "What!? Why didn't she tell us?"
"I think we're lucky she told me." I was only being honest. "I gotta go." I hung up.
I didn't need to be thinking about Luna right now.
I'd cut my shoulders, like always- no one would ever know that way, unless I chose to let them. Then I'd done something very stupid, and had only been rewarded by feeling worse afterwards
* * *
The cuts at least had stopped bleeding by the time I made it to their neighborhood, in a form no one but Luna and Trevor had ever seen before- a panda shepherd. I'd spent the previous part of the evening tracking her, then just "happened" to bump into her- just as a stray on the street.
"Hey, are you lost?" That voice. I turned and looked straight into her blue eyes. Kara, I reached out with my mind, but not far enough for her to know.
I inched closer, trying to appear non-threatening in appearance, which was in vain; gigantic german shepherd-wolf mixes usually look pretty damn scary. I wagged my tail slightly and poked her wrist with my nose.
Too similar to my old greetings; thankfully she didn't recognize me just by that gesture, though.
A smile spread across her face as she reached to pet me. I closed my eyes. My heart was dying. Or it was awakening. Either way. It was painful. I whined. She didn't notice.
"You've gotta have an owner, a pup like you." She went on as she searched my collar for tags. Usually shifters have their own information on them, but I had left them at home, this time.
"Well, you have a collar..."
I turned, and she stopped in the middle of her sentence. "Hey, wait. Where do you think you're going?"
I fled. I couldn't take it anymore. Why had I come here?
Why did I come here?
Racing, I hastily sent back a spell that should've erased her memory, but I have no idea if my distance, emotions, or lack of focused still allowed it to work.
* * *
At home, I curled up, wincing at the pain in my shoulders.
Luna, I cried out with my mind, but I knew I wouldn't get an answer.
Kara.
Brittany.
I swallowed, feeling the urge to cut again, stronger than ever.
Anyone.
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A Continuation of The Journals Nobody Reads
Teen FictionLots of time had passed. Go over to Kaiorough's account to read the chunks we wrote if you care that much. This isn't really an official story.