Hybrid-----Extra CHapter
An extra chapter of Hybrid. From Tonya's POV
I stepped out of the car, my wheel chair waiting for me a few steps ahead. I wasn’t sure why exactly I needed a wheel chair; I knew how to walk! The doctor must have wanted me in it. On a count of that every now and then I’m hit by the pain my disease caused me. I sat in it and crossed my legs. I had a little more than a week to get better. That’s why my parents were sending me to Germany. My mother pushed the chair through the entrance of the airport. My father walked next to me. It’s never been the same between us after I was told about what he was, and that Scott, my brother was as well. I glanced up at him. I glanced away again. I put my hair up with the elastic band on my wrist. The news was overwhelming when I was told, still is. Half my family being werewolves…I almost fainted. And with the reality of werewolves there was the reality of vampires too.
I felt a couple drops of substance creeping down my cheek. I wasn’t crying, I saw people stare at me. I could tell what they were thinking. ‘Hey look at the creep crying blood!’ I was used to this torment by know. I wiped my cheek with the underside of my sleeve. We came to the right terminal. We had to wait for a couple minutes before we started boarding the plane. My mother spilled her tears as a man came to take me away with my luggage. “Scott will pick you up after the flight” my father called after me “Bye” was all I responded, I turned around look at them again “Get better” he called again. I didn’t answer because I probably wouldn’t. Scott left for Germany four weeks ahead to settle. This flight was going to be a long silent trip; too much time for me to think about things…a dangerous pass-time.
The man led me to a space in the airplane. Not very big, probably enough room for another wheel chair. The man wore a uniform; he must be a flight attendant or something. I was left alone for a moment until the plane took flight. “Would you care for a drink?” a woman asked me, she was beautiful, perfect white skin and a gorgeous face. What was strange was her eyes were red. I just nodded, and she handed me the drink. I turned my chair around so I could look out through the window. I looked at the drink she handed me, I took a sip. Some kind of Coke. It had a strange bitter taste but I drank it anyway.
I read for what seemed like five hours; but really only one or two. I set my book down and stared out the window again. We were over the clouds I thought. I ordered another Coke; I had this compulsion for more every time I drank it. I wondered what Germany would be like. But my thoughts drifted away from that subject it came to the well being of me. Would I die? Or will I get lucky and live? I wondered what the point of my existence was, was there a reason I was born or why I haven’t died yet when I was supposed to when I was eight years old? What was my purpose in life? I wondered if that question would be answered in Germany. I fell asleep shortly afterwards.
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I was awoken by the same woman who offered me a drink. She said we arrived. I drank the rest of my drink. Wishing already I had more. I sighed and began my way off the plane. The man in uniform got my bags and left me in the terminal were I waited for my brother. My leg began to hurt, I rubbed it. I yawned. I reached into my bag and took out my ipod. ‘He must be running late’ I thought.
People came and left. I sighed, maybe he forgot? I began to feel tiered and somewhat dizzy. The bitter aftertaste of the Coke I drank returned. I found myself struggling to keep conscious. I realized what was happening to me. The flight attendant drugged me! I couldn’t think of an explanation to why she did this. But I found myself unable to control the dizziness and I past-out.
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I felt my feet being dragged. My bare elbows were freezing. I managed to open my eyes, the ground was moving from underneath me. I held up my head up. I struggled to free my arms from the tight, cold grip. It was useless. I realized that there were two men dragging me somewhere. They were both pale skinned and beautiful. Similar to the woman on the plane who drugged me. I kept struggling they seemed to take it with no sign of irritation. I was dragged through a door. The room was mainly white. I looked like some kind of laboratory. There were other people in the room. All were like the others, red eyes, pale skin and beautiful. The two men released me and I scrambled over to the wall.
I looked around the room. One of the men said something impatiently in German. He was looking to a different wall he was the only one with black hair. One of the other men who dragged me said something and pointed at me. He had brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. I followed the gaze of the black haired man. My eyes widened. I saw my brother behind a glass wall. He was on the floor. I could tell he was screaming, but I couldn’t hear him. The glass was sound proof. What were they doing to him! I tried to stand and run to him, but I fell. I found myself crawling instead. A woman talked. I reached the glass banging on in. I became angry. The black haired man walked over with a needle and injected it into my arm. I was suddenly filled with utter rage. I went hysterical. I couldn’t control myself, I screamed and shook.
But something new took over me. I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t stop shaking. Something began to churn in my gut. A suddenly I exploded. My body seemed to fall apart. I was terrified. What happened to me?! The majority of my cloths were ripped off. I reached out with my hand. That wasn’t my hand though. I screamed; I didn’t hear my scream though. I looked over at Scott his face was outraged and somehow in disbelief. I fell paralyzed to the ground. My arms lay in front of my face. They began to return to normal. I felt another poke in my neck. This time the needle stung. Something was thrown over me. Some blanket I guessed. I was carried into the glass cage. And Scott was dragged out.
The horrid pain began. I had some mobility know. I shrieked, unnaturally hot tears streamed down my face. What was happening to me?! Terrified and alone and in deadly pain. What had just happened?! I cried and cried; through the cramping, and throbbing pain. Trying to sort out what was happening to me. I felt searing pain throughout my body. I could see Scott through my watered vision. He didn’t look the same; he was as pale as the others, bright red eyes; which were furious. Three people were holding him back against a wall. My weeping continued along with the unbearable pain for forever.
I watched through the glass at the people studying me. My eyes began to feel strange, almost itchy. The strangers burst out into a silent cheer. I couldn’t hear them. They went around shaking hands and laughing. I looked at Scott, he was solemn. He mouthed something. I guessed ‘damn’. What was wrong? The itchy feel spread through the rest of my body rapidly. The pain didn’t change. I watched my hands. My fingernails became black. I cried harder as they grew longer. What was wrong with me?! Something began to change in my mouth. I screamed; my teeth were growing! I touch the ends of my teeth, they were sharp and long. I was more terrified than before. I screamed, but this was no scream it erupted from my chest, it was some fearsome roar. What was happening?! I shook my head. My hair flew into my face. I through my hands to my face. ‘My hands!’ I screamed in thought. They were a dark grey color. I felt myself grow in size as well.
Suddenly the pain stopped. I returned to normal. My chest throbbed painlessly. I grabbed the blanket that was on me. I pulled it up quickly wrapping it around me. I moved to the wall. I was breathing heavily. I felt funny, as if I was re-born. I could hear them know. But I was still enclosed in the sound proof box. I could see everything precisely. I heard them all cheer. The black hair man laughed and clapped his hands. I saw Scott still pinned to a wall. I had to get out. I slowly moved to the glass. I felt it, and then I hit it, like I did last time. Only this time the entire glass wall was shattered. I lunged back. Did I do that? My hair was once again in my face, I wiped it away. They all smiled in delight. I stepped on the glass waiting for pain and blood. But nothing, I walked over to Scott. The room flashed by. I was across the room. Scott was now behind me. How did that happen? They all laughed. I glanced at them. I took my time walking over to Scott. The others holding Scott backed away as I approached.
He was so-so different. I touched his face. It was cold. He was frowning as he looked at me. He grabbed my hand and studied it. I was struck by confusion. “You’re-you’re a…god no” he muttered. I fell backwards, and my vision was suddenly gone. I blacked out.
When I woke up I was in the same room only on a couch. Scott was next to me. I heard the strangers speaking, still in German. I was leaning on Scott. I had cloths again. “What’s going on?” I whispered to him, my voice sounded smoother than before. “They changed you” he whispered to me. I was what? “They sold you” he continued. I didn’t understand.
Apparently I was unconscious for all most a day. He explained what was happening. I was devastated. He was a vampire. He killed vampires! And apparently so was I only I was a werewolf as well. I was sold to a coven of vampires called the Volturi somewhere in Italy. And the worst part was Scott wasn’t coming with me. The only positive thing here was I was not sick anymore. In the remaining little time we had together he told me everything about this confusing new world.
Finally the time came and I was torn away from my brother. There were two people taking me to Italy. Men, one with blond and the other were the black haired man. Scott told me not to struggle; it could get me stressed then angry. And when I’m angry…
They cut my hair; it now stretched down to the middle of my neck. I felt terrible. The entire situation seemed to be going to fast for me. I figured a little more when ever I could. We finally reached Volterra.
*I am cutting the part with the Volturi, sorry, this chapter is long enough. Tonya meets the Volturi. She gets in a fight with a member, she almost kills Alec. And Jane is insanely jealous of Tonya’s power. And after a long argument with Markus, the Volturi allows her to leave and see her parents one last time. She stayed with the Volturi for 3 days.*
I walked into the elevator. I pressed the right button and I began to descend. When the steal doors closed I saw a clear reflection of my face. This was the first time I was able to see myself after I was changed. I was so-so beautiful. I had the same face only it was gorgeous. Though it was me, I found it hard to believe so. I smiled.
When the time came I stepped out of the elevator, and into the terminal. I arrived just in time. I sat in my chair, no one sat next to me. I looked out the window; I knew I had to choose, between family and foe. Only I was both and my brother was foe to my family now. I sighed. How will I tell my father? He will know that I am different. I sighed. Would he try to kill me? Or if the Volturi would use me for a purpose; could he use me for the same reason? I didn’t want to tell him that I was the property of the Volturi. I would have to live with them for forever. One thing was for sure, this was going to be a hard visit.
Since my first visit with my new family, I discovered a small idea of how powerful I was. If I could take down a building full of vampires…I didn’t let my imagination wonder away. I would think I would be scared of what I have become. But in a way I liked the idea of power. I knew this was a bad thing. But I would keep myself under control at all times under any circumstances. I still had a lot to learn about what I’ve become. But I also have to get used to what I can do, and learn to keep it at a human pace.
I looked down at my hands. I thought about how quickly my life was turned upside down. In less than two weeks. I sighed.
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I finally reached Canada. I knew the airport inside out. I caught a cab to drive me home. After I paid the driver, I stepped out of the car. I stood for a minute to look at my house. I sighed and made my way down the path. I knocked at the door. I was surprised at how nervous I was. I heard my mother walk over to the door. She opened it, and her face suddenly lit up. “Oh my god! They said you were dead!” She exclaimed, she reached out to hug me. She stopped, and she grabbed my hand. What was wrong? She took another look at me. Her heart raced faster. Her expression dimmed a bit. But she over came it and smiled again and led me in to the house. “Your father will be home soon” she called as she ran into the kitchen. I just nodded and went to sit in the living room. She came back with some snacks and tea. She placed it on the coffee table.
My father did come soon. He opened the door just as my mother began to drink her tea. He stopped and slowly turned around. The air around me became bitter and smelly. What happened? He smiled warmly at me, but there was an edge to it. He walked over slowly. What was wrong with him…or me? He didn’t seem to be surprised that I was alive. He didn’t come to close to me or even touch me. He seemed to take smaller, quick breaths than before. He didn’t tare his gaze from my face. I felt he could see right through me. But other than that I thought this was going fairly well. Maybe I could hide this, what I’ve become.
It smelt awful in here. I stood up and opened a window. When I returned my father was frowning. I smiled; I tried to lighten the mood. But I didn’t help. I picked up a tea cup and poured me a drink. I was extremely careful with it. “Were Scott?” my father asked, this question caught me off guard. The tea cup snapped in my hands. I felt the warm liquid splash on my hands. “Oh!” My mother exclaimed. “I’ll get a towel” I said standing up, still holding the broken pieces of china.
I put the broken cup in the trash, and hurried to the bathroom to get a towel. I heard my parents talking. I blew it for sure. I didn’t want to go back in the room and face them. I eventually sucked up the courage and marched in. I soaked up the fallen liquid and sat down again.
I was surprised and relieved that they didn’t mention it for the rest of the day. It was late now and I decide I should have a good night of sleep. I realized I haven’t slept since I was changed. I fell asleep quickly that night.
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My eyes slowly slipped open. My head rested on my crossed arms. There was a sweet, rich after taste in my mouth, I liked it. The air smelt sweet as well. The bed was now hard and cold. I found that I wasn’t on a bed, but on the floor of the dinning room. How’d I get here? I began to stand but my head hit the top of the dinning table. I fell back to the ground. I sighed. I looked under the table. I noticed something on the other side of the table; also on the floor. It was something dark, the chair legs were in the way. I felt groggy, I felt like sleeping more. I would but I wanted to know what was behind the table.
I stood up, and walked over. I was suddenly wide awake. I screamed and fell back when I saw what-who it was. I scrambled back towards my father, who lay motionless on the ground. The color was drained from his skin. There was a red liquid on the floor and on his cloths. There was blood on my cloths as well. “Dad?! DAD!” I yelled at him, checking his pulse. There was nothing. I panicked, I tried CPR. It didn’t work. I realized what I had done. How much of a monster I was. “Mom!” I screamed, but she didn’t come. I felt tears coming; only they didn’t fall. I was terrified. I screamed, and cried tearlessly.
Knowing what I had done. I rushed to the kitchen. I picked out a large butcher knife. I tried to stab myself. But it didn’t break through my skin as I hoped it would. It was like hitting solid rock. I ran as fast as I could, away from my house. I reached the Bay Hudson. I jumped into the water holding myself under the surface.
Nothing worked, I was indestructible. I was stuck in this poor excuse of a life for forever. I ran as far away as possible. I was a monster, a murderer. I hated myself. I deserved to die, nothing better. I ran away. As fast as I could, to as far away as possible. I couldn’t go back, back to the Volturi, back to my old life. After a couple days I realized I had to stay as far away from civilization as possible. Know anyone-anything I loved would die if I simply fell asleep.
My perfect life was gone. Even if I was dieing I had everything I could ever want. A real life and a living family. I didn’t deserve anything know. All I deserved was death and pain. My questions were now answered. The questions of my life, my entire existence came to clear. This was my destiny, being what I am. And that is the reason I didn’t die so many years ago. To be the murderer I am. The point of my existence was to kill and destroy life. I loathed myself, who wouldn’t? I didn’t stop running; I had to find a place, far away, far far away from myself. Away from reality, for forever.
I stepped out of the car, my wheel chair waiting for me a few steps ahead. I wasn’t sure why exactly I needed a wheel chair; I knew how to walk! The doctor must have wanted me in it. On a count of that every now and then I’m hit by the pain my disease caused me. I sat in it and crossed my legs. I had a little more than a week to get better. That’s why my parents were sending me to Germany. My mother pushed the chair through the entrance of the airport. My father walked next to me. It’s never been the same between us after I was told about what he was, and that Scott, my brother was as well. I glanced up at him. I glanced away again. I put my hair up with the elastic band on my wrist. The news was overwhelming when I was told, still is. Half my family being werewolves…I almost fainted. And with the reality of werewolves there was the reality of vampires too.
I felt a couple drops of substance creeping down my cheek. I wasn’t crying, I saw people stare at me. I could tell what they were thinking. ‘Hey look at the creep crying blood!’ I was used to this torment by know. I wiped my cheek with the underside of my sleeve. We came to the right terminal. We had to wait for a couple minutes before we started boarding the plane. My mother spilled her tears as a man came to take me away with my luggage. “Scott will pick you up after the flight” my father called after me “Bye” was all I responded, I turned around look at them again “Get better” he called again. I didn’t answer because I probably wouldn’t. Scott left for Germany four weeks ahead to settle. This flight was going to be a long silent trip; too much time for me to think about things…a dangerous pass-time.
The man led me to a space in the airplane. Not very big, probably enough room for another wheel chair. The man wore a uniform; he must be a flight attendant or something. I was left alone for a moment until the plane took flight. “Would you care for a drink?” a woman asked me, she was beautiful, perfect white skin and a gorgeous face. What was strange was her eyes were red. I just nodded, and she handed me the drink. I turned my chair around so I could look out through the window. I looked at the drink she handed me, I took a sip. Some kind of Coke. It had a strange bitter taste but I drank it anyway.
I read for what seemed like five hours; but really only one or two. I set my book down and stared out the window again. We were over the clouds I thought. I ordered another Coke; I had this compulsion for more every time I drank it. I wondered what Germany would be like. But my thoughts drifted away from that subject it came to the well being of me. Would I die? Or will I get lucky and live? I wondered what the point of my existence was, was there a reason I was born or why I haven’t died yet when I was supposed to when I was eight years old? What was my purpose in life? I wondered if that question would be answered in Germany. I fell asleep shortly afterwards.
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I was awoken by the same woman who offered me a drink. She said we arrived. I drank the rest of my drink. Wishing already I had more. I sighed and began my way off the plane. The man in uniform got my bags and left me in the terminal were I waited for my brother. My leg began to hurt, I rubbed it. I yawned. I reached into my bag and took out my ipod. ‘He must be running late’ I thought.
People came and left. I sighed, maybe he forgot? I began to feel tiered and somewhat dizzy. The bitter aftertaste of the Coke I drank returned. I found myself struggling to keep conscious. I realized what was happening to me. The flight attendant drugged me! I couldn’t think of an explanation to why she did this. But I found myself unable to control the dizziness and I past-out.
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I felt my feet being dragged. My bare elbows were freezing. I managed to open my eyes, the ground was moving from underneath me. I held up my head up. I struggled to free my arms from the tight, cold grip. It was useless. I realized that there were two men dragging me somewhere. They were both pale skinned and beautiful. Similar to the woman on the plane who drugged me. I kept struggling they seemed to take it with no sign of irritation. I was dragged through a door. The room was mainly white. I looked like some kind of laboratory. There were other people in the room. All were like the others, red eyes, pale skin and beautiful. The two men released me and I scrambled over to the wall.
I looked around the room. One of the men said something impatiently in German. He was looking to a different wall he was the only one with black hair. One of the other men who dragged me said something and pointed at me. He had brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. I followed the gaze of the black haired man. My eyes widened. I saw my brother behind a glass wall. He was on the floor. I could tell he was screaming, but I couldn’t hear him. The glass was sound proof. What were they doing to him! I tried to stand and run to him, but I fell. I found myself crawling instead. A woman talked. I reached the glass banging on in. I became angry. The black haired man walked over with a needle and injected it into my arm. I was suddenly filled with utter rage. I went hysterical. I couldn’t control myself, I screamed and shook.
But something new took over me. I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t stop shaking. Something began to churn in my gut. A suddenly I exploded. My body seemed to fall apart. I was terrified. What happened to me?! The majority of my cloths were ripped off. I reached out with my hand. That wasn’t my hand though. I screamed; I didn’t hear my scream though. I looked over at Scott his face was outraged and somehow in disbelief. I fell paralyzed to the ground. My arms lay in front of my face. They began to return to normal. I felt another poke in my neck. This time the needle stung. Something was thrown over me. Some blanket I guessed. I was carried into the glass cage. And Scott was dragged out.
The horrid pain began. I had some mobility know. I shrieked, unnaturally hot tears streamed down my face. What was happening to me?! Terrified and alone and in deadly pain. What had just happened?! I cried and cried; through the cramping, and throbbing pain. Trying to sort out what was happening to me. I felt searing pain throughout my body. I could see Scott through my watered vision. He didn’t look the same; he was as pale as the others, bright red eyes; which were furious. Three people were holding him back against a wall. My weeping continued along with the unbearable pain for forever.
I watched through the glass at the people studying me. My eyes began to feel strange, almost itchy. The strangers burst out into a silent cheer. I couldn’t hear them. They went around shaking hands and laughing. I looked at Scott, he was solemn. He mouthed something. I guessed ‘damn’. What was wrong? The itchy feel spread through the rest of my body rapidly. The pain didn’t change. I watched my hands. My fingernails became black. I cried harder as they grew longer. What was wrong with me?! Something began to change in my mouth. I screamed; my teeth were growing! I touch the ends of my teeth, they were sharp and long. I was more terrified than before. I screamed, but this was no scream it erupted from my chest, it was some fearsome roar. What was happening?! I shook my head. My hair flew into my face. I through my hands to my face. ‘My hands!’ I screamed in thought. They were a dark grey color. I felt myself grow in size as well.
Suddenly the pain stopped. I returned to normal. My chest throbbed painlessly. I grabbed the blanket that was on me. I pulled it up quickly wrapping it around me. I moved to the wall. I was breathing heavily. I felt funny, as if I was re-born. I could hear them know. But I was still enclosed in the sound proof box. I could see everything precisely. I heard them all cheer. The black hair man laughed and clapped his hands. I saw Scott still pinned to a wall. I had to get out. I slowly moved to the glass. I felt it, and then I hit it, like I did last time. Only this time the entire glass wall was shattered. I lunged back. Did I do that? My hair was once again in my face, I wiped it away. They all smiled in delight. I stepped on the glass waiting for pain and blood. But nothing, I walked over to Scott. The room flashed by. I was across the room. Scott was now behind me. How did that happen? They all laughed. I glanced at them. I took my time walking over to Scott. The others holding Scott backed away as I approached.
He was so-so different. I touched his face. It was cold. He was frowning as he looked at me. He grabbed my hand and studied it. I was struck by confusion. “You’re-you’re a…god no” he muttered. I fell backwards, and my vision was suddenly gone. I blacked out.
When I woke up I was in the same room only on a couch. Scott was next to me. I heard the strangers speaking, still in German. I was leaning on Scott. I had cloths again. “What’s going on?” I whispered to him, my voice sounded smoother than before. “They changed you” he whispered to me. I was what? “They sold you” he continued. I didn’t understand.
Apparently I was unconscious for all most a day. He explained what was happening. I was devastated. He was a vampire. He killed vampires! And apparently so was I only I was a werewolf as well. I was sold to a coven of vampires called the Volturi somewhere in Italy. And the worst part was Scott wasn’t coming with me. The only positive thing here was I was not sick anymore. In the remaining little time we had together he told me everything about this confusing new world.
Finally the time came and I was torn away from my brother. There were two people taking me to Italy. Men, one with blond and the other were the black haired man. Scott told me not to struggle; it could get me stressed then angry. And when I’m angry…
They cut my hair; it now stretched down to the middle of my neck. I felt terrible. The entire situation seemed to be going to fast for me. I figured a little more when ever I could. We finally reached Volterra.
*I am cutting the part with the Volturi, sorry, this chapter is long enough. Tonya meets the Volturi. She gets in a fight with a member, she almost kills Alec. And Jane is insanely jealous of Tonya’s power. And after a long argument with Markus, the Volturi allows her to leave and see her parents one last time. She stayed with the Volturi for 3 days.*
I walked into the elevator. I pressed the right button and I began to descend. When the steal doors closed I saw a clear reflection of my face. This was the first time I was able to see myself after I was changed. I was so-so beautiful. I had the same face only it was gorgeous. Though it was me, I found it hard to believe so. I smiled.
When the time came I stepped out of the elevator, and into the terminal. I arrived just in time. I sat in my chair, no one sat next to me. I looked out the window; I knew I had to choose, between family and foe. Only I was both and my brother was foe to my family now. I sighed. How will I tell my father? He will know that I am different. I sighed. Would he try to kill me? Or if the Volturi would use me for a purpose; could he use me for the same reason? I didn’t want to tell him that I was the property of the Volturi. I would have to live with them for forever. One thing was for sure, this was going to be a hard visit.
Since my first visit with my new family, I discovered a small idea of how powerful I was. If I could take down a building full of vampires…I didn’t let my imagination wonder away. I would think I would be scared of what I have become. But in a way I liked the idea of power. I knew this was a bad thing. But I would keep myself under control at all times under any circumstances. I still had a lot to learn about what I’ve become. But I also have to get used to what I can do, and learn to keep it at a human pace.
I looked down at my hands. I thought about how quickly my life was turned upside down. In less than two weeks. I sighed.
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I finally reached Canada. I knew the airport inside out. I caught a cab to drive me home. After I paid the driver, I stepped out of the car. I stood for a minute to look at my house. I sighed and made my way down the path. I knocked at the door. I was surprised at how nervous I was. I heard my mother walk over to the door. She opened it, and her face suddenly lit up. “Oh my god! They said you were dead!” She exclaimed, she reached out to hug me. She stopped, and she grabbed my hand. What was wrong? She took another look at me. Her heart raced faster. Her expression dimmed a bit. But she over came it and smiled again and led me in to the house. “Your father will be home soon” she called as she ran into the kitchen. I just nodded and went to sit in the living room. She came back with some snacks and tea. She placed it on the coffee table.
My father did come soon. He opened the door just as my mother began to drink her tea. He stopped and slowly turned around. The air around me became bitter and smelly. What happened? He smiled warmly at me, but there was an edge to it. He walked over slowly. What was wrong with him…or me? He didn’t seem to be surprised that I was alive. He didn’t come to close to me or even touch me. He seemed to take smaller, quick breaths than before. He didn’t tare his gaze from my face. I felt he could see right through me. But other than that I thought this was going fairly well. Maybe I could hide this, what I’ve become.
It smelt awful in here. I stood up and opened a window. When I returned my father was frowning. I smiled; I tried to lighten the mood. But I didn’t help. I picked up a tea cup and poured me a drink. I was extremely careful with it. “Were Scott?” my father asked, this question caught me off guard. The tea cup snapped in my hands. I felt the warm liquid splash on my hands. “Oh!” My mother exclaimed. “I’ll get a towel” I said standing up, still holding the broken pieces of china.
I put the broken cup in the trash, and hurried to the bathroom to get a towel. I heard my parents talking. I blew it for sure. I didn’t want to go back in the room and face them. I eventually sucked up the courage and marched in. I soaked up the fallen liquid and sat down again.
I was surprised and relieved that they didn’t mention it for the rest of the day. It was late now and I decide I should have a good night of sleep. I realized I haven’t slept since I was changed. I fell asleep quickly that night.
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My eyes slowly slipped open. My head rested on my crossed arms. There was a sweet, rich after taste in my mouth, I liked it. The air smelt sweet as well. The bed was now hard and cold. I found that I wasn’t on a bed, but on the floor of the dinning room. How’d I get here? I began to stand but my head hit the top of the dinning table. I fell back to the ground. I sighed. I looked under the table. I noticed something on the other side of the table; also on the floor. It was something dark, the chair legs were in the way. I felt groggy, I felt like sleeping more. I would but I wanted to know what was behind the table.
I stood up, and walked over. I was suddenly wide awake. I screamed and fell back when I saw what-who it was. I scrambled back towards my father, who lay motionless on the ground. The color was drained from his skin. There was a red liquid on the floor and on his cloths. There was blood on my cloths as well. “Dad?! DAD!” I yelled at him, checking his pulse. There was nothing. I panicked, I tried CPR. It didn’t work. I realized what I had done. How much of a monster I was. “Mom!” I screamed, but she didn’t come. I felt tears coming; only they didn’t fall. I was terrified. I screamed, and cried tearlessly.
Knowing what I had done. I rushed to the kitchen. I picked out a large butcher knife. I tried to stab myself. But it didn’t break through my skin as I hoped it would. It was like hitting solid rock. I ran as fast as I could, away from my house. I reached the Bay Hudson. I jumped into the water holding myself under the surface.
Nothing worked, I was indestructible. I was stuck in this poor excuse of a life for forever. I ran as far away as possible. I was a monster, a murderer. I hated myself. I deserved to die, nothing better. I ran away. As fast as I could, to as far away as possible. I couldn’t go back, back to the Volturi, back to my old life. After a couple days I realized I had to stay as far away from civilization as possible. Know anyone-anything I loved would die if I simply fell asleep.
My perfect life was gone. Even if I was dieing I had everything I could ever want. A real life and a living family. I didn’t deserve anything know. All I deserved was death and pain. My questions were now answered. The questions of my life, my entire existence came to clear. This was my destiny, being what I am. And that is the reason I didn’t die so many years ago. To be the murderer I am. The point of my existence was to kill and destroy life. I loathed myself, who wouldn’t? I didn’t stop running; I had to find a place, far away, far far away from myself. Away from reality, for forever.