Werewolves?!

Who is he?!

It was three in the morning when I suddenly woke up, panting and sweating. It was the fifth time this week. I have had the same nightmare almost everyday, and it hasn't stopped since I was five. I quickly yanked the covers off my bed and sighed, but the cool air seemed to calm me down.

"This is exhausting" I sighed softly.

I got out of bed and changed into drier clothes. It was a normal routine for me by now, I've been dealing with it for twelve years, if I remember correctly. I walked downstairs quietly and headed outside. It was also normal for me to take a stroll in the woods behind the park. These walks calmed me down and helped me get over the exhausting dream.

"I can't be caught up with all of this anymore, I'm graduating this year. How am I supposed to deal with this for the rest of my life?!" I semi-blurted out.

I grabbed the nearest thing I could find, which was a rock, and chucked it at a tall, naked pine tree growing ahead. I sat myself on a log after my little rant. My parents knew about my condition, and took me to various therapists, but not one of them helped me. I explained that nothing in the world can get rid of them, but my parents never listened. It's ridiculous how they think they can "cure" me. None of them understood. No one did. I'm already so isolated from society, I spend my time alone, every day. And this has been going on for the past twelve years. I grew quite fond of being alone 24/7 and being alone made me comfortable. Even at school, I'm considered a "freak", no one ever asks me things. People push me away, they don't consider me a human anymore. All they care about is their reputation, their ego and pride. I sighed and started playing with the rim of my sweater, trying to calm down when suddenly I saw a bush, probably ten feet away, move. I quickly grew still, my breath was visible in the cold morning of January. When nothing happened for a few seconds, my tense body relaxed and I continued playing with my sweater. That's when I heard twigs break. It was loud and clear. No one was out this far in the woods, and even so, it was way too early in the morning for people to be out here. I thought to myself,

"It's probably only a squirrel...I hope it's only a squirrel..."

I grew tense again as my breathing fastened. I stared at the bush with my eyes wide open. I glanced around and found a rather large stick. I held it tightly in my hands and waited for something to happen. When nothing happened I slowly walked over, my stick ready, of course. I slowly started to peek over when someone suddenly popped out with sticks and leaves in their hair. I screamed and whacked the person with my stick. I closed my eyes shut, afraid of what I have just done. But I did hear the stick break. I dropped the stick that was held tightly in my small hands and shouted,

"What the heck do you want?!"

Stupid of me to say such words but I couldn't think straight at this point. I heard a grunt as I slowly opened my eyes. A tall boy was standing in front of me, rubbing his shoulder. I fell backwards onto my butt staring up at him. He was easily about six feet tall, a bit muscular, dark brown hair and blue eyes. I yelped and with my shaky voice I managed to ask again,

"W-Who are you and what do you want?"

My voice trailed off when he bent down offering his hand,

"Sorry If I scared you."

I gently took his hand, still cautious of the larger male. I brushed the dirt off my jeans and looked up at him. He was smiling,

"Sorry, did I hurt you? Please forgive me, I just needed to see you."

Ok. Now that definitely creeps me out, what the heck did he meant by "Just needed to see me".

I cleared my throat and slowly backed away,

"I-It's fine. Uh..um I better get going, my parents might be worried."

That was a complete lie. He frowned,

"But I finally got to see you! Can't you stay here for a little bit longer?"

He was pouting. Great. I looked around for a possible escape route. He's probably a pedophile that's wanted somewhere. What if he's a wanted murderer?! I took deep breaths and tried to calm down. I saw this kinda situation in the movies, don't let the murderer know you know he's up to something. I just gave him a forced smile,

"Haha, well I really need to go, nice talking to you."

I turned around with clenched fists hoping he won't grab me. But he didn't. Phew thank god. His only response was,

"Will you be out here again tomorrow? I hope to see you again soon."

And with that. I ran. I ran 'till my legs felt like they were flying. I reached my house, slammed the door of my room and dove into my bed. What the heck what that?! Creep. The bigger problem, crap. My only place for comfort has been invaded by a creep. Ugh, things better get better.