Cursed

A werewolf? Really? That’s his excuse? Fuck him. Fuck this bullshit. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of being left in the dark. I’m tired of Finn messing with me. If he doesn’t want to date me then he could have just said it. I’m sure things would have gone much better if he had just told me the truth and not that…that obvious, bullshit lie!

And maybe if he showed me proof I really would have believed him because in all honesty all the things that have been happening to me recently…I think I can believe anything. I mean, I’ve always believed in the existence of aliens and some strange forms of life but proof is needed, right? If someone claims to be of the “supernatural” realm, shouldn’t they prove it?

I can’t believe him. He’s just so…so…stupid! I hate you, Finn. I hate you!

Angrily, I make my way home. For once I’m not thinking of that freak who broke into my house and could be possibly watching me right now. All I want to do is get home, search for the gnomes and beat their asses…because I need to take my anger out on something. I told those gnomes they’d get it one day and today is the day! They’ll regret ever touching my socks…especially my striped Christmas ones. Those were my favorite!

So the gnomes don’t face their doom but Finn does the next day at school. I have no idea if he came over to pick me up that morning because I had my mother drive me instead. I didn’t want to see him, for once. And first period I sat at the front of the room, completely ignoring Finn. He tried speaking to me when he came in but I acted as if he wasn’t there.

When I saw the hurt look on his face I felt myself begin to cave. Even if he lied to me I still just wanted to reach out to him. I wanted to touch him, feel him, kiss him. I feel water begin to build up in my eyes. Sniffling, I bring my hands up to rub them away. I’m not going to cry. I refuse, not over a lie, not over Finn.

“Did something happen between you two?” Shailey asks and her voice seems so angst-ridden that a part of me actually thought, for a mere second, that she knew what Finn had said to me and even believed he was a werewolf.

“I just don’t want to see him right now,” is my answer and I hadn’t realized how dejected I felt until I spoke. Shailey caught on quickly too but she must have comprehended that I didn’t want to talk about it so she, thankfully, changed the subject.

And the day goes on, sluggishly. The end of the day can’t get here quick enough and when it does Shailey asks if I’ll be riding home with them. But when I see Finn heading our way I immediately know the answer. Without looking at the boy I quickly answer in the negative and bolt out the front of the school. Once again, water builds up in my eyes and I frantically try to wipe them away.

I take the bus home and sigh when I arrive. Today has been too long. It feels like it’s been an eternity since I’ve been able to go an entire day without something going wrong. It’s this place. Things have been just messing up ever since I’ve moved here. It sucks, like really sucks.

Exhausted, I move like a snail to our living room, which has thankfully been fixed. My room is still kind of in the works. However, there seems to be a rather large problem. My parents are…no where to be seen. Panic immediately takes over and I nearly jump out of my skin at the sound of the house phone ringing.

“Mom…where are you?” I shout into the phone.

“I-I’m sorry sweetie…your father and I had to check in with the doctors today. We just got finished and I was about to call to tell you we’d be a little late but we came out to the car and…someone’s slashed our tires!”

“W-What?” I’m starting to shake with fear. “I…d-do you think it was the guy who broke in?”

“I don’t know but Kieran, call Finn or Shailey and go over to their house this instant. I don’t-” The phone abruptly shuts off, cutting mom off mid-sentence. I start to hyperventilate when the lights shut off at the same time. Someone…someone cut the power!

“I thought my messages would make you understand but it seems I’m going to have to take this to the next level,” a familiar voice says from somewhere behind me. I drop the phone. Shaking, I slowly turn to face whoever the culprit is and when I see who it is I feel dumb. I should have known.

Markus is standing at the front door. He closes it behind him. The more steps closer he takes, the more I take back until my ankles hit the stairs and I collapse onto them. Chuckling, Markus appears over me in a blink of an eye. Fear takes over and I scream but a clawed hand presses itself to my lips.

Those silver eyes begin to morph and his face scrunches up. Suddenly, his body begins to twist and he starts to look more and more like a wolf but still, just barely human.

“F-Finn,” I whisper, pathetically, against his palm. I don’t want to die.

This only seems to piss him off. Narrowing his eyes, he removes the hand from my mouth only to grip my throat painfully hard. I cough and reach up to clasp his wrist. Desperately, I try to rip at the skin but no matter how hard I claw or kick, he isn’t loosening up or letting go.

“I really am sorry, Kieran. You’re such a beautiful and sweet kid but I can’t allow you to get any closer to Finn,” Markus says in a terrifyingly inhuman voice. “I am going to kill you…I can’t make any promises that it won’t hurt so just bear with it, will you?”

His grip becomes tighter and tighter. A second clawed hand is now working its way up my stomach. I can’t breathe. My lungs are burning. My limbs are becoming heavy, tired. It’s so terribly hard to move.

The claws on my stomach are now tearing the skin but just barely. It’s almost like he’s teasing me. Markus is showing me just how much power he has over me and that no matter how hard or how much I struggle, I’m not getting away.

There’s a small amount of blood on my stomach and the sick bastard actually runs his fingers across it before taking it to his lips, licking it off his fingers. My stomach twists and I feel sick and dizzy. Everything is starting to spin and my eyes are lining with tears.

It’s now that it really hits me and hits me hard that I’m going to die. I’m going to die alone without apologizing to Finn for being such a dick and yelling at him. I’m going to die.