Born to be a wolf.

It was just a dream.

I don’t remember anything that happened next but I woke up in my bed without any marks at all, I put it down as a hell bad dream then got my things and went for a shower. All morning I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t a dream so I went out to where I thought it happened but there was no sign of anything so I pushed it out of my head, I headed back to camp to see what I was allowed to do since it was still only just me until tomorrow. “Take a walk, go for a swim, hell even have a relaxing day inside your cabin. I have called your father and told him about your food situation so he is flying in a few things for you they will be here tomorrow.” “Thanks Louise, that’s fine. I am feeling a little off today so I might just stay in but I still haven’t found my phone.” “I’ll help you later on if you would like?” “Yes please that would be great.” Then I went back off to my cabin, I took out my ipad and put some music on while I had a rest but as I was about to nod off someone tapped on my window, a boy! I bring my legs up into myself so he could climb in my window then close it. “There aren’t meant to be any boys at this camp.” I whispered, he smiled softly at me before answering. “There is a boy’s camp on the other side of the lake, but I'm here to talk about last night.” I was completely lost I had no idea what he was talking about. “Huh? What about last night?” But he just looked at me strangely. “Last night you were bitten on your right shoulder, is there still a wound?” How the hell did this guy know about my dream? Was it really a dream? “Last night really happened? I woke up without any marks so I thought it a dream. What the hell was that thing?” He didn’t answer straight away instead it looked like he was trying to form a lie together but the next words out of his mouth where the strangest yet they sounded completely 100% truthful. “A werewolf, I’ve been tracking it for the last 2 nights.” “Ahh ok, so a werewolf bit me?” I said sitting back down on my bed; I didn’t scream or yell I just sat there thinking. “You’re very calm considering I just told you that you were bitten by a werewolf.” He said questioningly. “Well would screaming and crying really help me? So am I? Am I going to turn into one?” “Yes, the bite either kills you or turns you.” He said flatly. “I think it’s time for you to go, I need some time alone.” I said blankly as I opened my window for him to go, afterwards I just sat on my bed thinking about everything that I wouldn’t get to do now and how it would destroy my family. Anger, denial, worry, sorrow then finally just a big black pit feeling. I told Louise that I wasn’t feeling well then I snuck out my window with the knife that my dad had gotten for my 13th while we were hiking across the desert. I headed into the woods saying my final goodbyes to the world but I wasn’t crying, I didn’t want to live as a monster and I wouldn’t be a murderer. I went deep into the woods and sat down by a large old willow tree at the base of the mountain, I closed my eyes as I brought the knife to my wrists and sliced into my flesh. The pain was barely there I didn’t even try to cover up I just laid back and prayed that my dad would forgive me; he was the only one that I was worried about. I remember the coldness setting in then my vision started to blur and noise started to fade out, dying was very peaceful well it was for me anyways. Then without wanting it I was healed and so I tried again and again and again but every time I came back, I even stabbed myself in the heart but the gods would not let it be so I let out a scream filled with pain and anger. “Damn you! Just let me go, I can’t live like this.” I sobbed loudly at the sky.