A/N:Another story by the amazing Anna Mager
(Anna:This is based on a dream I had one night. This is continuing my dream, 4 years later.)
Background Story
The dream keeps haunting me every night.
I was at home, in my room, I was 11. I was watching television, SpongeBob, of course. There was a weird sound coming from the living room. I got up and there was a 12 year old boy in there with his dad. My parents were standing in the kitchen, against the farthest wall from the boy. I stood in the middle of the living room. The boy looked at me funny. He was smiling, but not in a nice way.
“Who are you?” I asked. He stood up.
“I am Michael. But you can call me Mike.” He said and turned to look at my family. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to take you away from your family.” He announced, and he looked like he was 14 now. “I am a very special person. I can make myself look any age I want to look, even though I am really twelve. And I can tell whether someone is human or not.” He looked at me very carefully. “And, you aren’t human.”
I panicked at his words, I ran into the bathroom. I felt weird, like I was going to throw up, but I knew I wasn’t it also felt like I had just gotten done doing exercises. There was some pain, but I don’t notice it. I’m trying to look at the mirror while I see my body changing. It’s moving, and I see my teeth get sharp and long. My nose starts to look like a dog’s and I look at my hands and see them look like paws. I am bent down to where I am on my hands and feet, well paws. I can’t see into the mirror, but I am sure I am some type of dog, or werewolf.
I panic even more and run out of the bathroom. I see Mike and thinking he did this to me, charge at him, baring my teeth. I see his dad looking at me bored-like. As I jump up at Mike, he grabs a small metal stick attached to his key chain and jabs it into my back. I howl in pain, and he throws me onto the couch where I black out.
When I wake up, I am wrapped in a blanket, I realize I am naked. I hold the blanket around me and walk into the dining room. My back has sharp pains. The dining room is full of books about the supernatural. There was a small setup of potions and chemicals. Mike is now 16 looking. He sees me and walks over to me, he patted my head.
“Hey, you slept for awhile. Sorry about your back, I couldn’t just let you attack me now could I?” he asked me, apologetically. He sighed. “Your parents left. They told me that I was right about you not being human. They didn’t want you anymore. So, I guess I will take you in.” he said and put his arm around my shoulder.
I could feel my anger pulsing through my veins. I wanted so badly to hurt him, but I felt close to him, even though I was only eleven. I jerked free from his grasp, and ran out the door, turning back into the animal I was. I found a small abandoned house and lived there…
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My name is Jasmine… I don’t really have a last name because my family left, but when I have to use one, I use their last name. Lanston. I have lived in an abandoned house since I was eleven, when Mike found me. I have fixed it up pretty good. I haven’t seen Mike since I left, but he probably knows I’m here.
He still lives in my old home. One day I passed by jogging u had seen him out in the yard, this was a few months ago. I was hoping he had left. I had to be sneaky though, I didn’t want him to find me. I am sixteen now, which means he is seventeen. Every night since it has happened, I have had that nightmare. Every time I end up here in my fixer upper house, when it was in need of fixing.
