Chapter 1
Blood. All I see is blood. All I see is red. Everywhere. Red. My hands are covered in it. I notice that my claws had come out.
Running. I'm running. I'm running fast, and far but still, I don't know where I'm going.
I can't believe I just did that. I'm a monster. All of the trees surrounding me couldn't distract me from what I just did.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. It was an accident. I didn't mean to do it. I'm sorry. I'm a monster.
Still running, I couldn't keep from looking at the scene behind me. The body was laying there. It was still, like a rock. I didn't expect it to move anyways.
It was bleeding. I couldn't believe a human carried so much blood.
What if the cops found this? What if they found me? They'll find out what I did and they'll lock me up. I deserve it. I'm a monster.
I turned back around, still running. I have no idea where I'm going, but anywhere is better than here.
Why'd I do this? I have no clue.
I stopped. I couldn't run anymore. Being a werewolf has its pro of being able to run fast but the con is that I still get super tired.
I bent over and placed my hands on my knees, inhaling and exhaling deeply.
"You killed her!" I heard someone yell. I looked around. No one was here.
"Who's there?" I asked the unknown voice.
"You killed her! That poor, innocent girl!" They yelled.
I covered my ears. I know what I did. I don't need to be reminded of it.
"You're a monster!" They shout. I started to realize that the voice was coming from my head.
Inaudible to other people, but I could certainly hear it loud and clear.
"She's dead because of you!" "Stop! Stop it!" I yelled to the voice.
The one thing I know for sure is that I'm going crazy. Full blown crazy.
"You killed her!"
"Shut up!"
"She's dead!"
"Stop!"
"It's all your fault!"
I screamed, louder than I ever had before. I thought my scream would drown the voice out, but I still heard it crystal clear.
"She's dead! You killed her, Alex!" They yelled.
I didn't respond. I couldn't. I was still screaming.
"Alex!" They called.
"ALEX!"
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"Alex!" Someone yelled. I quickly opened my eyes and woke up with a gasp.
I realized that I was screaming and quickly stopped. It was dark. I was in my room. I adjusted to the darkness to see two people standing in front of me. My dad and my brother Stiles.
"Alex, It's okay." I heard my dad say, as he wrapped his arms protectively around me, trying to calm me down.
I felt Stiles hold my hand. I was crying.
"Dad, I got her. It's fine. Go back to bed." Stiles tells our father.
"Alright," He lets go of me. "But if anything happens, just call me."
Stiles nodded as dad left the room, closing the door behind him.
"It was just a bad dream." Stiles tells me. "Yeah, the same exact bad dream from last night. And the night before that. And all the other nights since I came home from the hospital." I explained.
"Alex," he started, but I already knew what he was gonna say. Stiles Stilinski, the boy that I've come to know as my brother, was a very predictable person.
"I know what you're gonna say. 'It's not real. It's just a dream, don't worry about it.' Well, Stiles, if it's just a dream, then tell me why I've had the same exact one for the past week? And why it feels so real?" I asked him.
He looked down. "You don't know, right?" He shook his head, letting go of my hand.
I looked at my brother. Even though I don't remember much of him, I still know his facial expressions. And right now, Stiles was sad. I hurt his feelings.
"Stiles," I said, putting my hand on op of his. "I'm sorry." I apologized. He was worried about me. Everyone was.
I don't remember anything. I've been have bad dreams ever since I came back from the hospital. They're all worried about me.
I think I remember most people. Well, the people that come to check up on my almost everyday.
My dad, Stiles, Derek, Scott, Melissa, Allison, Lydia, and Issac.
Isaac. I loved that name. Isaac. He was my boyfriend. At least, that's what I've been told anyways.
He tells me that he loves me, but I'm not quite sure if I love him back. I feel so bad for him. His own girlfriend doesn't remember him. Every time I see him, he either looks as if he's been crying or he actually starts to cry in front of me.
I want to remember everything. I want to remember everyone, but I can't.
"It's okay." Stiles looked at me, knocking me out of my thoughts.
"You're going through a lot, I get it." He slightly smiles. "It's more than a lot. Between losing my memory, werewolves, Kanimas and other things, I don't know how to handle any of it." I told him.
"Well, get some sleep. Tomorrow is your first day back at school and you don't want to be late, right?" He asks, standing up.
"Right." I agreed. I got comfortable on my bed as Stiles walked to the door. But something wasn't right.
"Stiles, wait." I called. "Yeah?" He answered. "Could you stay in here with me? I think I'm more comfortable when someone's with me." I explained.
"Sure, sis." He smiled, laying down on my bed.
"Goodnight, Stiles."
"Goodnight, Alex."
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