Cat Lover But a Wolf Lover Too. (werewolf lovestory) [Under Construction!!!]

The Nightmares are just beinging Chapter 7

         

           For me, I hate waiting for water to boil. It doesn’t matter how high I put the flame on the burner it never seems to boil fast enough. Then if I walk away to busy myself until its ready it always boils over. I never seem to have any luck when it comes to having patience. Maybe that’s why I can't bake. I can cook, that’s not a problem, but I can not bake to save my life.

I have tried so many times to get into baking but it never works. My mother says I just need practice and I'll get the hang of it but I have given up. I burn chocolate chip cookies for goodness sake. Baking isn't my cup of tea but I am glad I can cook without burning everything I touch. So while I'm waiting for this water to boil this time instead of walking away my mind just started to drift.

Sometimes that's a good thing but right now its not because its mostly starting to think back to the whole death thing. My mother has told me I handle death that’s differently compared to others. Instead of finding comfort in others I just kind of find more comforting being by myself. When I'm grieving I don’t like being with other people. I seem to get more irritated and upset more often when there is other people around me.

I think its cause I feel that I have to act a certain way or say certain things when dealing with death and I'm not very good at that. I used to be very social back in middle school but complications happened and I just started to distance myself from everyone. Especially my two best friends at the time, Carly and Gina. Before everything happened us three were inseparable. It was us against the world, at least that’s what we thought until the accident.

   Before my thoughts went too deep into my past, I saw startled by the sound of water spilling out of the pot. Man not again, this always happens I just never learn. I rushed to turn down the heat of the flame under the pot but just as I turned the knob on the stove some of the scalding hot water spilt on my hand.

 "Ouch, Dammit!" I pulled my hand quickly away from the stove and rushed to the sink and put my hand under the water.  Once I ran it under the water for a bit and  it stopped throbbing as bad I went back to finishing the food. I grabbed the box of spaghetti noodles and poured them into the pot. As I was stirring the noodles I waited for them to be done.

 It took a while but once they were finished cooking I grabbed the strainer and carefully poured them into the strainer to get all the water out. After I poured the water out and my hand started to throb again so I set the still hot pot back onto the stove I put my hand back under the water until It felt better. When I was finished with that I grabbed the noodles and put them back into the pot. I went to the cabinet next to the stove and grabbed a jar. I poured in the sauce and put some of it into a semi-big bowl for Matt. I grabbed a fork then started to head for where Matt was.

As I walked out of the kitchen I took sight of my house guest. I was glad to see he hasn’t moved much, which is good due to the fact of his horrendous wounds. I hope he's not in too much pain. Hopefully eating something will help recover faster. I put the bowl of food and fork in font of him. "Here, eat up." He reached for the bowl and started to eat. In the distances I could hear Tankers crying.  I felt bad for leaving him alone. I think he's learned his lessen so I'll let him out.

   I headed for my room, opened my door and looked down at the little fuzz ball making all the noise, "now what do you want?"  He just purred and rubbed himself on my leg. "Good thing you're so cute." I picked him up and he started to cuddle up to my face and put his face in my neck.