Half of What I Could Be

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

If I wasn't so angry, I probably would have been so insecure about all the looks I was getting on the way out of the hospital. Let them stare. Right when I left the hospital and was ambushed by the cold fall air, I realized I had no plan. I did not have a car, know where to go, or even what to do. I knew the first step was to figure out what the hell was going on. According to my parents, they really had no idea what I was and who I was. I've never read anything in my Greek Mythology class about a person actually being a type of fauna or flora. All I knew was, one: my wrist was still burning. Two: my mind felt like a jumble of knotted yarn. Three: I was standing in the snow in clothing that could daylight as lingerie.

I knew I was at least part wolf, because I had always smelled as such, and had some of their abilities. I had great reflexes, smelling capabilities, I could run fast when I wanted too. Yet, deep down I had always known that there was a part that was foreign to me. I just thought that I was over thinking. Well, that was what my gaslighting parents told me.

I stood outside under the awning for a second trying to think of possible plans for what to do next. The best way to figure out who and what I was would be by contacting a witch.

I'd only met a witch once. It was when I was younger, so the whole meeting was a blur. She lived in a town called Burlesque. Burlesque was a small town that had one big tourist trap: a mountain (more like a large hill) named Mountain Olympus. No, not "the" Mount. Olympus, but its pathetic cousin. To humans, the mountain was exactly that: a sad knockoff. Yet, to the supernatural community, it represented one of the few gateways to the actual world of Greek Gods and Goddesses. As I knew it, no one was able to pass into their world. Still, because the veil between us and them was thin, magic danced more freely. Witch's spells were ten times stronger and Werewolves ten times faster.

I did not remember the witch's name. I thought it started with a "K" but I could have been wrong. I remember she was beautiful. She had high cheekbones, light curly locks, and a contagious smile. I also remembered that she would talk to imaginary people.

I was brought to her when I was four, give or take a few months. I always thought it was to put the tattoo spell on. Now I know that was not true. I apparently was "found" with it on, already. I guess now, looking back at it, there were some red flags. I did not remember any big spell or witchy woo woo. I did remember her looking at my wrist. I guess the best hypothesis would be that I was brought there to be examined by the witch, because my parents had no idea who and what I was. Maybe she was the one who created my fake story too.

That Witch probably knew the most about my hidden condition. There we go, I at least got a semblance of a plan. Step one: Find a car. Step two: Drive to Burlesque. Step three: Find the Witch.

I looked out into the parking lot, and watched the little flakes of snow settle onto the concrete. For some reason, I barely felt the cold. Actually, I felt kind of warm, and the snow felt nice against my flushed skin. How bad did that wolfsbane mess me up? With no car, I would have to walk through the woods behind the hospital to my house, which was a three mile walk on a good day. Today was not a good day. Whatever pain meds they gave me really got me mistaking the sky for the ocean.

I let out a huff and turned on my heels, making a beeline for the woods. Okay, I stumbled toward the woods. Heels and I didn't get along. I tried to stay positive, I really did. But I was pessimistic by nature. It was only three miles, but for a girl whose main form of exercise was walking to the fridge and back, it was going to be rough.

The tree line started about fifty steps from the entrance of the hospital. It was a small hospital. I lived in a small town, so you get what you get in terms of medical facilities. Right when my high heel connected with the frozen, discarded leaves of the forest, I heard a voice.