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Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Yesterday was rough, and the night wasn't much better. After learning about Scott and me, we returned to our homes in hopes of finding some sort of comfort there. I didn't.

All night I tossed and turned, my mind flooding with questions, fears, and concerns. It was like I was scared of falling asleep, like the next day would come to fast and I'd have to face Scott again.

The thing I hated the most was that I missed him. I was scared to face him, yet when we left last night I didn't want him to go. My arms seemed to reach for him on the bed only to find it empty. My body wished for his touch, not sexually, but just a touch to assure myself that he was still here with me.

I felt crazy. I wanted to punch myself for acting like this. This wasn't me. I was strong and independent, now I felt scared and weak.

Deaton and my Aunt had said this would make us stronger, both mentally but also as werewolves. Yet, I felt weaker now than I ever had before.

When my alarm clock rang next to my ear, a groan left my lips and I pulled the covers over my head. I did not want to go to school today.

The sound of my alarm continuously going off must have grabbed my Aunt's attention because she eventually came in, switching the thing off.

"Come on, you should get ready for school," My Aunt said, her voice soft and sympathetic.

A sigh left my lips and I poked my head out, eyeing my Aunt, "Do I have too? Can't I just take a sick day or something?"

The look on my Aunt's eyes told me she was contemplating it. She knew the big blow she gave to Scott and I yesterday and there was no way we could just jump back into our lives like nothing happened.

"Okay, but just for today. I'll let the school know you're not feeling well."

I was beyond grateful for my Aunt's decision, and couldn't help but reach my hand out and take her's. "Thank you," I said.

My aunt nodded, "Try to get some sleep, you look like crap."

Geez, thanks.

Watching my aunt leave, I couldn't help but listen to the unearthly silence. I debated on opening my window or turning on my TV just to have something else, but my body didn't move.

Eventually, the urge to go to the bathroom and eat something overtook me enough that I finally got out of bed. I raced out of my door and into the bathroom before looking at myself in the mirror.

Man, I really did look like crap.

I brushed my hair and teeth before splashing some cold water on my face in hopes that would help. It didn't.

My feet carried me out the bathroom door and down the hall to the kitchen. My Aunt was rushing around, grabbing stuff in a hurry. She noticed me and explained, "I got a call from the hospital. They need me to come in for a couple of hours, are you going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Good luck."

"Thanks," My Aunt said, picking up the car keys. "Get some rest, love you."

"Love you too," I said tiredly as she closed the door behind her.

I made my way over to the cupboard and picked out some cereal before filling up my bowl tall with it and milk. I took a seat at the table and started to shove the food into my mouth as my eyes look around the house. They picked up on the clock that hung on the wall, seeing it read 11:23.

No wonder I was hungry.

As I finished my bowl, I sat it in the sink and decided I should try and get some sleep. Though I figured it would be a hopeless case.