Were-Banshee

Broken

They haven't visited me since they put me in here. I assume I've been here for the whole afternoon. I haven't eaten since last night and that's a long time for a person with animal eating habits.

My stomach growls loud enough for probably the whole world to hear. If I don't get food soon then my wolf side will take over trying to find some.

'But that's exactly what they want.', says yet another voice.

'No?really?.', I say sarcastically.

'Well it looked like you were thinking about it.'

'Just shut the hell up, okay. I'm trying to think a way out of this.'

I try to push my way out of the mountain ash. There's no use. it's nearly unbreakable. nearly. only there's a vision of some person breaking it in a life or death situation. it will happen soon.

I hear the door creak open an look up to see none other than the infamous Scott McCall.

"I thought you could use some food.",he says. I only then noticed the plate of food in his hands.

I scramble towards it desperate for some source to put on my stomach.

"Here.", he says and opens the barrier.

He sets down the plate and exits out of the square and rebuilds the wall of mountain ash.

I glance at the plate.

Food.

Even I it's just a ham and cheese sandwich on white bread, it seems like heaven.

Scott is still looking at me curious to see what I'll do.

'Don't give in. don't you even think about eating it!', the voice says.

'I have to it's food!', I reply.

'Hey is there a special name I can call you by any chance? I'm tired of thinking of you as 'the voice'. so a name?', I say.

'Alen. you can call me alen.', alen says.

'Is that a boy or girls name?', I ask.

'Boy, duh.', he says.

'Then Alen, you won't mind if I eat will you?'

'Oh no problem! wait no don't do-'

I cut him off when I grab he sandwich and take a bite. I dig in and let the wolf eat it out.

My eyes only glow a small tint of purple and red mixed together.

I know Scott can see that and is trying to work it out in his mind. once I finish I head back into a corner and try to sleep.

I realize why I dug into the sandwich.

I'm shattered. I need to be fixed. bit it seems like there's no way for me to become normal.

I'm broken.