I looked at the bandaid on my knee. I had to change it. It bled out all over. I unwrapped the bandage and as soon as I did, a burst of red pushed the door open. It was a fucking wolf! How did a wolf get in the trailer?! I screamed. It put it's front paws on the bed and started whimpering.
Then I started tingling. Then black stripes started appearing on my arm. Then I shrank. Like shrank, shrank. I looked in the mirror. DAMMIT NOW I WAS AN ANIMAL. I had turned into a fucking tiger. You don't just turn into a tiger! Then I heard an ear piercing knock on the door. I tingled again. This time I grew fingers and legs. I was back to normal? What the hell just happened? The knock sounded again so I shouted, "Coming!"
The wolf backed into the corner so I hesitantly got up and went to the door. I looked through the peephole and it was Samantha. I opened the door and asked, "Is there a problem ma'am?" She asked, "What was all that screaming?" I froze. Shit. Shit shit shit. "Oh I ripped a bandage off and it hurt," I said. She squinted but nodded. If she was suspicious, she didn't say anything. She just walked away so I shut the door.
When I turned around, the wolf was there. I covered my mouth to keep from screaming. Suddenly the wolf morphed into...into her! My roomate. Still don't know her name yet. She's so different from me. She seems happier. Maybe she's just good at hiding it. I looked her up and down. She didn't have any bruises. That's at least an okay sign. She hasn't gone through as much physical pain as me. She stood there waiting for something to happen. So I ask, "What's your name?" She hesitated but said, "Dayalia. But I like to be called Lia." "That's a pretty name. I'm Charlotte."
"That's a pretty name too."
"Yeah.." it was so awkward. I didn't know what to say.
Lia asked about the bruise again. I wasn't going to tell her the truth but I would at least give her satisfaction of an answer. I told her I fell off my bike. She said, "Oh, okay." We finally got off the topic. "How many siblings do you have?" She asked. "Two."
"Lucky, I have three. Jason, Kayla, and Abby. What about your siblings' names?"
"Alexander and Hallie." She nodded.
"I still like your name better," she said. I laughed. "Yeah, my stepdad was the one that named them. My real one..he..." she put a hand on my shoulder. "It's okay. I'm adopted," she said. "You're adopted? I bet that's hard to deal with at school."
"Yeah. I never had friends. I was the loner kid that always sat in the corner."
"I had one friend. Her name was Gracie. I miss her so much. I don't want to go back but I still miss her. Sorry I'm kinda just telling you my life story. What's your story?"
"It's complicated," she said as she sat down on the small couch.
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The Hideous
RandomDayalia at 16 years old, has to run away from home. Why, you ask? Well she figured out that she was a freak. That's what most people called her, anyway. She ran away, bringing a backpack full of money and the essentials. She was walking down the sid...
