CHAPTER 3
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School was a 5 minute walk away from home so I ran as fast as my two little legs could go.
Home seemed so far away for how fast I was running.
The further I ran, the longer the distance got.
It was frustrating but I didn't stop running, I was at the end of the day running for my life.
After what seems like a life time, i got home and went straight to my Nana's room, calling out for her.
I usually knock but this was no time to be cautious about what my grandmother could be doing behind these closed doors.
I needed to tell her what I saw at school today.
She was the only person I could tell. Of course she wouldn't believe me but I needed to tell someone.
The light in her room was off.
Where could she be at this time of day.
Its 6 pm in the evening.
She's usually cooking dinner at this time.
I don't understand why she's not home.
I searched for her everywhere.
She wouldn't be out in the garden , it's almost dark out, and I know damn well she loves that garden just as much as she loves me.
I turned around to continue my search when I hit a rock hard body.
I know for a fact that it ain't my Nana. She's not that strong, Heck I'm stronger than she is so if it was, she would have stumbled back.
I fell down butt first, hoping I had more fat to fall on to reduce the pain from the impact of crashing to the floor.
Fortunately for me, my hands held on to the ground immediately after ang gave me the balance I needed to keep me from falling further.
My head would not be able to stop the concussion that would come afterwards.
Breathing heavily, I finally looked up, dreading to find out who it was.
A break in was not on my list of today's endeavors, plus, wasn't almost dying from the teeth of the devil himself enough for the day.
"Mr Mathews, what are you doing in my house, dressed in black attire and lurking in our rooms. I'm calling the police."
To say I was furious was an understatement.
He better tell me where my grandma is or else I'll...the anger that was brewing inside me, mixed with the fear of my grandma being hurt somewhere, tied up got to much for my little body to handle and so...
I passed out right into Mathews' arms.
I felt him carry me downstairs and he layed me down on the couch.
He was even being gentle, some criminal he is.
I might have passed out but my concious was still functioning just fine.
It is my body that had dispatched from my soul.
It has never happened before.
I don't know how long I can keep this a secret anymore.
I need to tell grandma. As soon as I wake up I will.
I wonder how long that will be.
I'm still angry and confused for some reason.
I see something I thought was a myth my whole life at school school today,
It doesn't kill me, that's two... Mr Mathews was nowhere to be seen during this beastly outbreak, that's three, and suddenly he shows up at my house, that is the last strike.
I know I should be scared that some stranger whom I've known for 3 years all of a sudden knows where I live and now I'm passed out in front of him with no idea whatsoever of my Nana's wareabouts, but something inside me knew that he wouldn't hurt me.
Something definitely does not feel right.
I felt the same way back at school with the warewolf.
I felt some sort of connection with that thing.
I need to find him or it. I really don't know.
I think he'll answer all the questions I have right now.
If he can talk that is.
For starters... Is he the only one of his kind?
If not how many of them are there?
Where are they hidin?
Why was he at the school? Why didn't he kill me?
My grandma touches my shoulder and I suddenly start to calm down.
Wait Grandma. She's okay.
I'm struggling to move. My eyes are glued shut.
What happened to me.
Did I go into some paralyzed shock after all the events that took place today.
Everything else is working just fine, I can still hear, smell and feel.
But I can't open my eyes or my mouth.
"Andrew you shouldn't have come here. You'll make AVA suspicious"
I hear my grandma speaking in a low voice.
But who's Andrew, and what would I be suspicious off.
What is she talking about. Is there something I'm not being told.
She stands up and someone who I think is Mr Mathews follows her to the kitchen.
Wait noo... Let them come back.
I need to know what they are talking about.
What is going on.
The angrier I get, the more I feel my body start to burn up.
I'm literally on fire. I can't even scream.
If You ever wondered what being cooked feels like, this is pretty much it.
I heards footsteps running back towards me. As if they knew what was happening.
Nana started singing the song she always sang to me.
A normal person would be calling 911, not singing.
Why is she still singing while I'm down here, dying.
Wait I think she's trying to calm me down.
I try to breath irregardless of the pain I'm feeling.
My temperature starts to cool down.
All the sweat my body was releasing left me wet and feeling filthy.
My eyes spring open, I can finally see.
I still need to adjust to the lighting, I open my mouth to speak but grandma stops me.
"you need to regain your strength dear."
-no, I don't want to regain my strength, I need answers.
Something is wrong with me, what just happened proves it.
I always had suspicions that I'm not normal, but what's normal about anything about me.
I have white hair. My skin is pale white.
I have wierd dreams.
I survived a killer wolf and apparently, I heat up when I get angry.
I can't keep living like this.
I need answers and if they are not going to give them to me I'll find them myself.
Mr Mathews bends down to check my temperature.
I look deep into his caramel orbs as realization struck me.
His reaction makes me think he can read my mind.
He was there that night.
Mr Mathews carried me out of that lake.
He saved me. Grandma said she was the one who found me.
I believed that, but how could she have known where I went.
She was fast asleep when it happened.
But a wolf...a wolf lives in the woods where I happened to be that night.
So do I tell him that I know, do I confront my grandmother for lying to me
Do I keep quiet and let it devour me from the inside out.
Right now I just want to sleep.
I'm so tired.
No one deserves to go through such a wierd turn of events in one day or anyday at all for that matter.
I doze off... Before I know it I'm fast asleep.
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