I am a what?!

---Cuts--- “Hi!” I say showing no fear. It tilts its head. Big blue eyes searching my soul. “What am I doing? Wolves can’t talk!” The wolf scoffs well, more like snorts.  His black fur looks nice and soft and I am tired. I go to touch his fur. He growls.  I finally touched him. Instead of a growl, it is more of a purr. So cute.  The next thing I see is teeth coming for me! “Emily!” “No!” I scream. Shooting up out of my bed.  “Girl. what happened?” I look to my right to see my best friend who was on the floor.  “Sorry Michael,” I say sincerely.  “Bad dream?” her eyes full of worry. “KInda.” “Well, they come and go. I suggest you forget it and move on.” She says laying back down on the floor and snuggles up with the million blankets we pulled out.  I have to say Michael changed me. I went from silent and quiet. Too pure, crazy, and loud.  She also has this thing with fashion which she uses me as her model. Not that I complain.  She always says that I have good skin color or that only mascara is needed. I believe if she could she would buy me a whole new wardrobe.  I look at my alarm clock only to be disappointed. It is five o'clock in the morning. And I had a long night at Micheal and I watched movies. I groan and flip over away from the clock only to have it go off at five-thirty.  “Turn that stupid thing off!” Micheal yells. “Okay okay go back to sleep miss grouch,” I replied by turning the clock off and getting out of bed. Once I know she is asleep I head to my closet and grab a t-shirt and skinny jeans. Then run to the bathroom.  Once I enter I start the water and strip my clothes only to see something disturbing.  Claw marks and blood. How? My family doesn’t own any cats or dogs. I need to see if blood is from me! I wrap a towel around me and run into my room and rip my blankets off the bed only to see my white sheets blood red. I scream loudly not caring if I wake Michael or my family this is important.  As soon as my screams leave my mouth my two older brothers run in, Micheal shots up, my mom and dad come in all have worried looks. My brothers started to look at me then I realized I only have a towel on.  “What?” My favorite brother asked. “Well, Sean… just look at my bed! You idiot.” I say. Everyone looks. My mom and Micheal screams and jumps back and my dad goes to comfort them. My brothers pull me out of my room into one of theirs.  Once inside the room, they go and close all the blinds and turn on the lights. While I was looking around the room trying to figure out what in the world they are doing, Samuel pulls my towels off of me. I yelp as the cold air whips around me. “You crazy?” I yell at him. “What happened Emily?” Sean asked, walking towards me. When he got to me he squatted to where his head was level with my torso.  “I-I I don’t…” I hissed in pain before I could finish. “Watch it. It burns.” I say to Samuel.  “Sorry…” He said half-heartedly.  “They look very deep,” Sean says as Samuel also crouches down.  Suddenly I hear the door downstairs close and hear Michael on the phone. With her mom. “Wait what,” Samuel says, looking up at me with confusion on his face.  “What?” I ask. “Umm… nothing Sean came with me. WE need towels, alcohol, peroxide, bandages, and something to tie her down,” he said slowly walking to the door with Sean closely following. “Emily lay down on one of the beds. And don’t move.” he continued with authority.  “Yes, dad,” I whisper while rolling my eyes.  “I heard that!” he yells through  While they were getting stuff to wrap and clean my cuts, I saw little pieces of skin coming through the blood. Odd. The skin continued to grow. This is normal. Right? Before I knew it the smallest of the cuts was gone. And my brothers were walking in with a butt load of supplies.    --- Super Hearing---My brothers lay the supplies down next to the bed. Samuel looked over the cuts while Sean organized everything. I kept my eyes trained on Samuel and he counts and recounts my cuts. Each time with confusion written all over his face.  “Weren’t there seven cuts?” He asks. “Ya” replied Sean. “Well there are six now,” Samuel said, moving out of the way for Sean to look.  “Should we tell her?’’ Sean asked. What are they talking about? What is it that they want or don’t want me to know?  "Tell me what?" I ask.  “Nothing!” Samuel said glaring at Sean. "Okay..." I reply slowly."Come on let's get you bandaged up." Samuel said, changing the topic. "Yes, please," I said looking away while they started to cleanse the wounds.  As they cleaned my wounds I hissed in pain. Whenever I would look at their progress I noticed that one of the wounds was automatically gone. The boys continued to clean with confused expressions the rest of the time.  “Samantha, Darling, she will be fine.” My dad… wait dad?  I shot out of bed only to see my dad was not in here.  “Is something wrong, Em?” Sean asks. “Uh -umm-” I mumble, “Bath-bathroom!” I finally spit out. I get off the bed and run through the hallway n***d. Once in the bathroom I wash my face and check my wounds only to see there are none. Since I was in here I might as well get dressed and go see where mom and dad are.  I changed into a nice summer dress and a pair of sandals. I brush my long brown hair out. Then I walk around the house only to see mom and dad are on the first floor in the kitchen. How on earth did I hear them all the way upstairs and behind closed doors? “Hi, honey.” My dad’s voice fills my ears.  “Oh! Hi daddy.” I say typing to cover up my confusion with a bright smile.  “How are you doing Emily?” my mom asks. “Never better! Samuel and Sean patched me up just fine.” I say smoothly. “Okay, well I need you to get you brothers. We have to get Grandma, your aunt along with your cousins.” My dad says. “Okay!” I say climbing the stairs. “See she is fine.” my dad says to my mom once I’m upstairs. “But am I fine?” I whisper to myself. “Samuel! Sean! Come on! Grandma is waiting!!” I yell as I open their bedroom door.  “Okay, okay. You don’t gotta yell.” They both say in sync.  We all run down the stairs, out the door, and into the SUV.