Flipside of Fate

Werewolves are totally fake, everyone knows it........ Right?
Ha, yeah, NOPE..... Ekko soon finds out the frightening truth about it all, not only that, but she has been deeply immersed into the world of wolves for her whole life, not knowing, or doubting........
Owen and Tyler, two young werewolves enter her life abruptly and change it forever. Why did her mother vanish after her abandonment? And Who has given the orders to ruin her small peaceful life??

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2. Growing Pains

 

     The sun danced across my eyes like tiny delinquent goblins interrupting my moments of solitude and peace. On the plus side when I opened my eyes I no longer saw the woman in black, the cold alleyway, or the big snapping wolves, instead I saw a poster that read: "Good Morning!" in bright green letters taped to the ceiling. 

     I stared at the poster for a good few moments trying to let the words and their meanings set in. Right then a sinking feeling began to bubble out from my chest. SCHOOL.

     I sat up faster than a jackrabbit hearing a gunshot. My head snapped to where my alarm clock was supposed to be. There was a clearing of dust in its place. "What the-" then I heard the crunch. My eyes shifted to the floorboard. My pit mix was making a chew toy out of my alarm clock. "Weston, seriously?!" i yelled. 

     I crawled out of bed and stood up. My muscles ached, or was it my bones? I somehow felt really weak. An image of piercing blue eyes flashed in my mind then vanished the same second. I wiped my forehead, I was sweating. My vision blurred in and out of focus, making me dizzy. What is this?  I tried to take a step forward, but my feet felt like cinderblocks. My head was pounding. It felt like my brain was trying to break out of my skull. I tried to take another step but my knee buckled under my weight and I fell to the ground, barely catching myself.

     Weston stopped chewing on my alarm clock and hurried to my side. I tried to focus on his image but there were two blurry brown and white big mutt dogs. He began barking idiotically. Each and every vibration in his bark were like sonic waves crashing against my paper thin skull. Everything was enormously loud and pain surged through my body. I screamed out "WESTON SHUT UPPPP!" I clawed at the ground and hit my fist against the floorboards. I screamed until my bedroom door flew open and my mother stood with bedhead and worried eyes.

     "Ekko?" she said worriedly. "What's going on?" Her voice bounced through my head seizing every single nerve, sending waves of pain. "And why aren't you at-" then her eyes saw the alarm clock chewed to bits. "What's wrong honey? Ekko, are you okay?" she rushed to my side as I was sweating, groaning, and dying in pain. 

     I couldn't answer. She took the no response as "No. It is not okay." and left my room.

     My eyes darted everywhere until my vision began to fuzz up. My vision cut off as my eyes closed. I squeezed them shut, determined to make the strange pain stop. My brain stopped throbbing and sounds began to be normal. My body still felt a little weird but it was tolerable. I opened my eyes and the light everywhere seemed to be extremely bright. 

     My mom came back in with some pills and a wet facecloth. What were those supposed to do? So much pain radiated throughout my body in such a short period of time. What was all this?

     I looked up at my mother with tired eyes. She had messy short brown hair and small hazel eyes. Her old face was marked with smile lines and wrinkles. "I hope you're not getting sick before your birthday." she said. Not like she actually knew my birthday. To my adoptive parents my birthday was marked as the day they found me, December 20th, almost eleven years ago. 

     I was suddenly very tired. My mother gently pressed the cold facecloth to my forehead. I let myself feel every bit of cold that facecloth brought to my pale skin, reminding me of that day, the day in the cold of abandonment. That woman left me, all alone, in a freezing alley. I will forever be grateful to the couple that raised me from the age of 5 till now, they are god's gift to me. I love them more than they could comprehend, more than my own mother. 

     My mother helped me hold my head up so I could swallow a couple pills and take a swig of water. The icy liquid made my throat tingle and I involuntarily shivered. My mother laid my head back down on a pillow she put behind my head. She covered me with a fluffy warm blanket.

     My eyes closed for the last time for hours. I felt my mother kiss me on the cheek and her soft voice whisper something in my ear. "I love you, Ekko."

      My last thought before sweet oblivion came to rescue me was the image of piercing blue eyes. 

 

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