I wished

6

I take a step back, looking back and forth at the Blake standing before me, his teeth glinting in the half moon’s life and the Blake deep under the ground, dead, from a few days ago.

I want to speak but nothing is even able to slip out of my mouth except for strong spasm breathing.  I have to stay strong.  Not let him see my weakness.  So I stand a little taller, trying not to falter at his sight. I lick my lips when he takes three steps towards me and sniff me with a smile on his face.

“You’re scared.”  My heart leaps to my throat at his words.  He can smell my fear. “Don’t be scared.” he continues, circling me with his eyes glued to my face.  When he's done circling me he stands before me and takes hold of my hands but I snatch it away and take a step back.

He chuckles. “No need for that dear.”  Dear?  He has never called me dear before.  And I can’t take a grip of how he’s acting. He’s acting like a whole different person.  What should I do? I almost let myself go deep into his soul but remember what happened earlier.  I can’t have an opportunity of weakness or pain right now.  I comb my hair behind my ears and let my eyes look deep into his. No, that isn’t Blake.  This isn’t Blake.  Something isn’t right. I’m in deep danger.  I should start talking.  I take a dep shaking breath, “Who are you?”  I ask, my eyes moving with him as he continues to circle me.

“Who am I?” He chuckles. His voice is deep and somewhat of tune form Blake’s voice.  I hold on to the possibility that it isn’t the real Blake standing before me and that he’s still dead in the ground.  I stay silent waiting for him to continue talking.  I have to stay strong.  Where am I?  Where is the old Rose? I need her.

“Can’t you see who I am then?” He jerks his head to the side and put his hands on his hips.  I sniff.  That already tells me that he is mocking me or Blake who’s already dead.  His eyes roll and I swipe my tongue over my teeth.  Come Rose.  Where are you?  I know you would handle things so much better.

“You’re not Blake.” I state as if it’s a fact even though I’m uncertain.  A small breeze enters the nape of my neck and my thoughts drift towards the front door I left open.  I hope it doesn’t wake mom.  Or maybe it should wake her to let her know I’m in danger. No. I can handle myself.

“Who am I then?” He takes a few steps back probably for me to elevate that he looks exactly like Blake but it isn’t in his eyes and the way he is talking.  I hold onto that, so that I don’t seem crazy.  I have to get him off guard cause whoever is standing before me is powerful.  Maybe it is a interfectore.  Should I say it?  And it sounds like I know more than him. No, cause I might be wrong. I have advantages.  I’m powerful.

Without thinking things through I grab the little breeze that’s in the air and rush it towards him with force making him fall backwards.  Rose is back.  I smile triumphantly seeing a confused frown on his face.

When I see him trying to pull himself up I push the air around him like a bubble in his form, pushing hard against the ground.  Looks like he doesn’t have any power to overcome me, like I thought.  I stalk towards him with a small smile on his face.

“Who are you?”  I command.

He starts laughing and suddenly without any effort he pulls himself up from the ground making me awestruck.  I clench my teeth feeling my frightened aura engulfing me again and I back a few steps from him.

“You think you’re clever.”

“Well I am clever.” I roll my eyes.  Could he just cut with the stupid words and show me what I actually should be scared of.

“You’re not clever enough.” He says, as if he’s trying to initiate that he’s more clever than me.

I roll my eyes again and I let my powers, in a quick movement, go to his soul and once again a severe pain floods through my body.  I clutch my stomach and fall to my knees.

“Stupid girl.” He says and I grit my teeth almost feeling anger towards him more than pain.  I grunt at him, wanting to say more but don’t.

“You think a second time will make it work.”  He continues and I swallow.

“Who are you?” I ask, hoping this time I’ll get an answer that I want.  Or need.

“I might ask you the same question.” He looks down, his eyes glinting.  I open my mouth, to tell him that I asked him first but his voice fills the empty air, “What would you be doing here. Living with this pack.  It’s against the law, isn’t it?”

I swallow and feel the empty pit in my stomach growing with fear.  When every ounce of pain is gone from my body I stand and face him with a deadly glare.  I wonder if he can see me so clearly in the darkness like I can see him with my night vision.  Everything is still dark, but I can see everything the way I see it in daylight.

“I’m a werewolf.”  I lie. I hope he falls for it.  Please fall for it, I beg in my mind.

He shakes his head, “You’re a girl.” And girls can’t be werewolves, I chant in my head, knowing the words from a young age, as I always wanted to turn into a wolf like the boys did.

“Well it’s not impossible.” I say and gesture at myself.

“You just showed me that you have powers.  Werewolves don’t have powers as such.” 

I force out an irritated breath. He is working on my nerves. What does he want?  And what is he?  I assume if he wanted to kill or hurt me he already would have, so I don’t feel too defeated.

“Does that mean you admit you’re not a werewolf.” He stalks towards me with a smirk on his face.

“I didn’t admit to anything.”  I don’t know what else to say.  I don’t know what else to do.

He rolls is eyes and put his ice cold hands under my chin.  I pull away with a jerk movement. I want to spit at his face, but not knowing in what position I am with him, I rather don’t.

“Your hair is white.” His hands gently combs through the strands of hair that wooshes wildly around my face.

“So?” I lift my shoulders and try my best to have a reaction to make him think that he’s making no point.

He hums in response, as if he knows something that he shouldn’t.  Maybe he is someone who gets people who break the law.  Who wants to take me to the place mom and dad were and are protecting me from.  Oh no.  I have to get away.  I have to get away from him.

“You shouldn’t be so tense. I can feel it.” He says and his words make me even more tense.  Calm down, Rose.  I have to calm down.

“Who are you?”  I ask again somehow hoping that he’s an interfectore rather than someone from the law.

“Let’s make a deal.” He starts taking a ew steps away from me, “You tell me who you are and I’ll tell you who I am.”

I take a moment to collect the correct words to say.”Okay, but you first.”

His mouth turns into a small smile, “Very well.”

My stomach hurts at what is coming.  Please don’t let it be bad. Please do not let me be crazy.

Just when I embrace myself to his answer a loud howling voice enters our ears, making our heads jerk towards the direction it’s coming from.

It’s a wolf.  But definitely not from our pack.  I swallow.  It’s probably someone from him, who’s coming to get me.

Panicked, I look around and hurl water with force at him, making him shoot backwards with a loud thump on the ground.

“What the hell was that for?” He snarls.

“Leave me alone.” I yell and start to run away from him, but something invisible stops me, probably coming from him.  

“Stop.” He whisper yells.

“No!” I let my loud screaming voice take over.  I need to get out of here. I use all my strength and power to get through the invisible barrier holding me back.  I slowly make progress.

“Would you stop.”Before I know it a hand grabs me on my waist, pulling me down to the ground with another hand pressed tightly over my mouth.  Oh no.  Is this the wolf I just heard? Otherwise Blake, or whoever he is must have moved very fast. I try to wiggle myself out of the tight grip, trying to see who’s holding me down.

“Shhh.”  I feel somewhat relieved, when I hear it’s the person who’s in the form of Blake who’s holding me down.  I swallow.  If he’s doing this then that means that whoever howled isn’t with him.  Ok. I feel a little better.

“You’re impossible.” He says taking his hand from my mouth and releasing his arm around my waist.

“Well, yeah.” I state in an obvious manner and pull myself up.

“Be silent.” he says, putting his finger to his mouth, shushing me. I open my mouth, about to tell him, not to tell me what to do, but rather keep quiet.

I swipe my tongue over my teeth and look at my nails, waiting for the silence to be over.  When I don’t hear anything I start talking in a low voice.

“That was probably someone that’s with you.”  I say, rolling my eyes, hoping that he would say no.

“Yeah, i just did the effort to keep you quiet for nothing.” He says with a tone of sarcasm in his voice.  Sarcasm.  I thought only I knew that language.

“It could all be a hoax, to make it easier at me.” I confirm, putting my hands on my hips.

He only shakes his head  with irritation around his aura.

“Are you now going to tell me, who you are?” I ask, feeling impatient.  It feels like I’m going to explode with nerves and confusion.  He takes his time to patt some dry grass from his knees and comb his hair out of face.  

I sigh, wanting to say curse words at him.

He once again stalks towards me and sniffs down my neck.  His warm breath on my cold skin my goosebumps erupt over my whole body.  I take a step back.

“I’m not Blake.” His eyes suddenly shine with seriousness and he takes a step back from me, “I’m not a coward.”

What does he mean? Did he know Blake?  A gasp escapes my mouth. He could be his twin brother.

“Are you his brother?”

“What?” He jerks his head back in unbelievable, “No.”

“Then how do you know he was a coward and why do you like exactly like him?”

“I know everything that happened here.” He confirms.  

I feel somewhat uncomfortable about him saying that.  I don’t want him to know that I’m a monster. That I killed him.  That’s probably the only thing that he knows.  That I killed Blake.

“I didn’t mean to kill him.” I say, looking down.

“Off course you did.”  He looks past me at the horizon for a few seconds and I turn to see the sun coming up.  Oh no.  Sometimes the pack goes for early runs.

“What do you mean?” I ask, starting to feel jittery.

“If I were you I would’ve killed him too.” He says.

Why does he say that?  Did he know him?

“Why?”

“I walked in the memory bubble.  I know what he tried to do to you.”

My eyes widen and my eyebrows knit together.  What is he talking about.?

“A memory bubble?”

“You don’t know anything don’t you.” He shakes his head and looks down with a small smile playing on his face, “A memory bubble.  It stays until the smell goes away.  I get visions of what happened at this exact spot.”

Wow.  Does dad mean the pack could…

“And no,only I can do this no one else.” He says, answering the question that was bubbing in my head.

“Wow.” I comment.  That is so cool.  I neve thought someone could be more powerful than me. But it’s probably because I don’t know much about this world.

“You can do it if you practice.” He says making my eyes light up.

“Cool.” I say, trying not to let him see my excitement. Having known things to learn about my powers and abilities, always makes me happy.  I let my eyes fall to the ground and try to find a way to let myself into the memory bubble.

“Not now.” He says.  I

I suck in a breath trying to hold my tongue.  I probably should go back.

“You still didn’t tell me who you are.”

“Timothy.” He answers, his voice bland.

“As if that’s going to-” My breath is caught in my throat when the guy that stands before me isn’t anything related to Blake anymore.

Is that who I’ve been talking to all this time?

Chapter 7

“Wha-” I try to find words to say but nothing comes to mind.  Timothy ignores me, his eyes on the rising sun.

I shake my head, not believing what I’m seeing.  Without thinking my hand touches his cheek, to confirm that he is real. He doesn’t flinch or do anything when I touch him but stays calm, staring. I let my finger tips slowly trace the outline of his lips, making his eyes move towards mine. For a few seconds our eyes don’t leave each other, making a strange bolt explode in my heart and I quickly look away.

“Are you real?” I ask and mentally facepalm myself.  Of course he’s real.  Why else would he stand before me?

“Are you real?” He asks the same question with a glint of sarcasm in his eyes.

I bite my lips.  I’ve never seen anyone like him. His eyes are like the clear blue sky with some grey speck beneath.  I swallow.  His hair is dark, almost black, but not as raven as Blake’s hair was. His face is like a perfect structure and his skin pale like the moon’s light.  He is tall and slim which seems strange, as the pack mostly is bulky.  Well more bulky than him.  I’ve never seen anything more perfect than him. He’s like a live painting.

“Wow.” I say in a  gasp, unable to control my fascination.

He looks down, a toothy grin playing on his face. His teeth so white and perfect.  I try to pry my eyes off him, but can’t.

“Now, it’s your turn.” he says, quietly.

I shake myself out of this trance, “No.  How do I know this is really you if you could make yourself look like Blake.”

He hums and tilts his head to the left, “You’re right.”

I nod slowly, feeling satisfied.

“I guess the only thing that’ll work here is trust.”

I nod again, knowing that I don’t trust him at all.  

“You have to earn my trust.” I say, confidently.

“Well how do I know that I can trust you?” He remarks, with a somewhat pained expression on his face.

I lift my shoulders, “I didn’t come to you.”

He stares at me, his eyes intense, “True.”

I look back at the cottage,knowing it’s time to go back.

“I’ll earn your trust, don’t you worry.”

I swallow, “I have to go back.”

“Me too.”

It feels strange knowing that something is completely wrong and I can’t tell anybody.

“We keep everything a secret.” He suggests and I know he means that I keep him a secret and he’ll keep my secret.

“Ok.” I say, starting to move towards the cottage. I don’t want to explain anything to mom and dad.

When I’m finally infront of the cottage ascrew front door, I feel my body shaking.   Just feel shook at everything that just happened, I don’t even bother to do anything in silence.  I could just tell mom that I woke up and couldn’t sleep anymore. I sigh I slump on the wooden chair, situated against the kitchen door.  After a few moents of thinking about Timothy and how only I know that he’s among us, discised as Blake.  I wonder what does he want from me.  Or from us.  Maybe I’m stupid to not tell anyone about him.  Maybe he’s here to kill us all.  But I’m sure if he wanted to, he would have already.  Unless he wants something from us.  I swallow, feeling my head throb with pain.  

“You’re up early.” Mom says escaping her room, yawning.

“Couldn’t sleep.” I lie.

“You still have pain.”

“No.” I reply curtly and stand up from the chair. Why does every little thing my mom does irritate me.  Can she just leave me alone and stop spying on my well being.

“What’s wrong with you?” She starts her face expression saying that she had enough of me just like I had of her.

“Nothing.” I lift my shoulders and give her snarly look.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She says and I sigh.

“Just leave me alone, geez.” I say not being able to hold my tongue.

She slams the wooden cabinet she opened earlie and slam it close, anger raising in her aura.  Why can’t she just leave me alone when I ask her to.  But, no, she’ll keep on pushing things.  I look at the orange son, now a few meters higher than it was when I was with Timothy.  My heart starts to thunder when my thoughts quickly drift towards his face.

“Don’t talk to me like that, young lady.” Her warm breath is right in my face and I can feel her heart beating against mine. Her eyes scream with anger making me boiling up.

I stomp my foot hard against the ground, staring back at he, “Why can’t you just let me be.  You always have something”

“I’m your mom.” She says.  Something she always hold against me.  

I roll my eyes and grit my teeth, feel my cheeks turning red and warm.

“That doesn’t mean you should invade my space in every way you can.”  I click my tonge after I said the words.

“I care about you. Why wouldn’t I.” She says with vile in her throat. 

I thought that you’re supposed to say words like that calmly and wirh ‘care’.

I chuckle, “If you cared, you wouldn’t try and make a fight out of everything and leave me alone when I ask you to.”

She stays silent and take a step back from me, combing her hair behind her ears. She huffs a breath and look down as if she knows what I said is right.  Having hard to time, taking it in, she points towards my room.

“Just go.”

“Thank you.” I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes and turning around when something hard hits me against my back.  What the.

I turn to see mom’s ange exploding in red splashes and sweat in her face and she yells like a monster, “I hate you!”

“What.” I say, feeling astonished at her sudden outburst.  I thought she sent me away but now she wants to continue.  My heart hammers hard against my chest and my body becomes more shaky than it did before.

“I hate you!” She yells again her eyes red, “You ruined everything.”

I bite my lips, “What? Because I was born? As if it’s my fault you opened your legs.”

Here we go again.  I don’t know how many times I must here her go off about me ruining her life and making everything miserable.  Telling me that I shouldn’t have been here.

I briefly close my eyes when she screams and push me hard againt the wall.  It even make a loud bang noise. 1,2,3… Slap.  I feel my cheeks burn.

“What is wrong with you?” I yell, pushing her back, with my power.  Just as I was about to something worse and let anger control my whole body, dad burst into the room.

“Rose.” He warns.  I roll my eyes as tears brim in it.  It’s always me.  Always me and never mom.

I feel mu shoulders shudder as I turn to leave towards my room and surprisingly they let me.  No dad shouting of no mom hurling at me.  When I enter my room I jump in fright, seeing the pack standing before my room.

“You scared me.” I hold my hand over my heart, emphasising myself.  My eyes land on Blake’s face and I feel nausea build in my stomach.  I hate seeing him.  I hate seeing his face, evein though know it isn’t really him.  I bite my tongue, waiting for them to talk but they only look at me with stern eyes. Only Timothy’s eyes keeps falling down in a somewhat guilty manner.  I wish I could see his real face again.

“Nothing happened.  Shoe.” I gesture with my hand for them to go awayand quickly drag my grey and heavy blinds closed.

I fall on my bed, feeling exhausted.  I try not to listen in on mom and dad’s mumbled voices and close my eyes for a bit.  Timothy.  It’s all I can think about and it’s slowly eating me alive.  I let out a rough sigh when a sudden scream interrupts, making the hairs stand on my skin.

I pull myself of the bed in a quick and swift movement but almost tripping when my feet hits the floor.

I growl, hating that I’m wasting time, by being a clumsy ass.  But when I enter our small, dark adobe, with mom sitting on the worn down yellow couch, her face red and tense, with dad clutching her hands and uttering soothing words in her ears.

“What’s going on?” I ask, but I don’t really want to know with the look on mom’s face.  It looks like something invisible is attacking her.

“Rose, go out, I can handle it.” Dad says harshly, gesturing with his hands towards the door.

“But what is wrong with her?”  I slowly take small steps towards her.

“Go away.” He says, his attention on mom who’s hyperventelating, her face dripping with sweat.

“But I want to help.”  I take another few steps towards her, neing cautios.

What is happening to her?  Is she busy dying? No, don’t think like that, Rose, I tell myself, shaking my head.  I feel my body start to shake when cold adrenaline explodes from my heart through my whole body. My legs suddenly feels weak.  I swallow, when weird gasping noises escapes mom’s mouth.  Almost as if she’s trying to say something, but can’t. As if something is busy trying to take control of her, but she’s trying to win it.  I swallow and wipe my iritating strands of hear out of my face.

“Mom?”  I say, kneeling beside her, with dad on the other side.  I clutch her hand, feeling confused.  Is this because of me?

“I’m sorry, mom.” I say, feeling tears brim my eyes.  I wipe it away.  I can’t cry now.  I must stay strong.  For mom.

Mom’s eyes turn white, as it rolls backward and she shakes with strong and hard movements.  I glance at dad, who looks worried with big eyes and clenched teeth.

I take a deep breath, trying to stay calm for mom’s sake.

It seems as if mom can’t breath.  I panic. I wish I can take some of it whatever mom is going through.  Wait.

I swipe my tongue over my teeth and take hold of the cold breee in the air and softly let it blow in her face.  She jerks and  I immediatly stop. I let my mind wander, thinking what else I can do.

“Dad?” I ask.  Maybe he knows what’s happening to her.

“Mom, wouldn’t want you to see her like this.”

“I don’t care, what’s happening to her.”

“Nothing.”  He mumbles, but I can see him lying.

“Dad.” I yell, when mom’s situation worsens.

He ignores me, trying to comfort mom. When the words, ‘you can fight it’ leaves his mouth, I know something is up.

I need to do something.  I can do something.  I hype myself up and without thinking further I let myself inside her soul.

I scream.  It’s someting. It’s something that’s in her and for the split second I let my mind wander, it came in me.  I fall backwards as it feels like a hard cold splash into my heart. A feeling I can’t describe. I try to stay contious, hearing dad yelling at me.

“Rose, what did you do.  I told you to leave.”

I try to get the thing out of me, but it’s like I’m in a deep sleep, trying to wake myself up, but I can’t.

It feels like the thing is eating me, from the inside.  As if I’m loosing all sight of colors.

This time, it’s dad clutching my hand and mom my other.

It feels like I want to pass out, but I know if I let myself go, it willbe over.

“You have to fight it.” Mom’s voice drains in my ears.  I have to fight it.  But it feels impossible.  Fight it rose.

I try to find away to start fighting, but everything is dimming down.  My eyes are seeing black, rolled back, as it looses control.

“Rose, fight it, you’re stronger than this.  Fight.” Dad’s voice hard and for a moment I can see again.

Okay.

Fight it.

With a shaking mind, I find the outline of the thing that’s in me.  I can sense it’s dark and disgusting.

“How.” I gasp, not knowing how to go futher.

“Shake it out with your mind, Shake it out with your mind.” Mom’s voice is so fast and her grip is so tight, making me feel somewhat stronger.

I push the outline with my mind, and it feels like I’m loosing my braincells.

Out.  Leave my body.  I keep chanting in my mind, as I have a full battle inside my own body. I take deep breaths as it’s starts to get easier.  I can just imagine what I’m looking like.  And I can feel the aurau of fright all around me.  It’s good to know that they care.  I swallow and with a loud gaspy scream a push the thing out.

Finally.

It feels as if my body escaped hot water and everything is relaxed now.  I wipe the beads of sweat off my face feeling more calm than I ever have before.

When I open my eyes, I’m met by the whole pack standing around me their eyes big.  I swallow when my eyes lands on Blake, who’s actually Timothy.  He smirks at me and I quickly look away, not wanting anyone to notive anything.

Everyone is quiet as the keep staring me.  Are they statues?

“Hello?” I say, raising my eyebrows.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Mom starts and I suddenly feel mad at her.  I look at dad who’s face turns angry and I swallow.  He knows what I did.  And he didn’t want anybody to know what I can do. So I hope my dad  will come up with a story and all who’ll know is Timothy.  But if he speaks, I’ll speak as easy as that.

“So,” I say biting my lips. “What the hell was that.”