"What?" I whispered, "What did you say?"
Damon took a deep breath also gaped into my eyes. He did not flutter an eyelid once, "werewolves...we are werewolves, Lucy. Everything you have searched; the clues, the books, the research, all of it! The dots are lining up! The whole thing that has been happening to us, after the bite! We are werewolves," he explained, without stopping once.
After he expressed himself, he started to breathe greatly, his chest rising up and down and observed me, searching for more answers, more clues and was hoping that I believed him. I shook my head, aggressively, not accepting the truth to what my ears were hearing.
"Impossible..." I whispered, "No, that's absurd! Werewolves don't exist! They are just mythical creatures, which only exist in books and movies!"
"Then tell me, Lucy, tell us what is exactly happening to us all?! Because I know for a fact, this isn't normal! In fact, it's far from normal!" Damon looked as though he was about to explode, red in the face and breathed heavily. It was scary, I have never seen this side, nor have I ever wanted to see it from him, "we are not human anymore!"
I flinched and took a step back, away from him. I suddenly felt cold and my breathing started to shake up a little.
Jack and Max were behind me, witnessing the sudden eruption that had just occurred, unsure if they dare to speak. They were stood wide eyed, as I was too.
I felt tears starting to form in my eyes, and felt myself shaking. It felt like I was with my foster family again.
I wanted to get out of here. I needed to breathe. I desired fresh air.
"Damon, was there any need in talking to Lucy like that? She didn't deserve that," Jack said and it sounded like he was being defensive. For some reason, it felt like he was protecting me, "whatever is happening between you and Lee, don't take it out on her or us. Also, we all don't know what is going with us, but shouting like that to her, isn't going to solve anything."
Damon fixed his eyes straight to Jack, and exhale noisily. He seemed to be calmer, but only just, "I'm sorry Lucy, but it's true though. We're not human and I'm putting my money on, that we are werewolves."
Damon crossed his arms and all of a sudden, he felt and seemed more powerful.
I felt a tear, trying to escape my left eye. My eyes were stinging. I didn't dare speak. I just kept silent, like how I always was. I wanted my best friend here, he would help me. He knew what to do.
"Lucy?"
It was Max, who placed a hand on my shoulder, "are you alright?"
I stared at the door and pursed my lips together. I just nod. I wanted to be by myself. I couldn't look into their eyes.
"I should get back. I only came 'cause Mr O'Conner thought Jack had a stomach ache and he thinks I'm giving him tablets to help him out...I've been gone well over 10 minutes. I'll see you all in a bit."
I didn't even notice that I had placed Jack's belongings onto auburn, wooden like table, near the door. I think that there was that much going on, that I didn't take note and just put them there.
Unlocking the door, I bolted out into the corridor, ignoring the boys booming my name and powered walked through the double doors. As soon as I was round the corner, away from the classroom I stopped and inhaled. I was pressing my back against the yellow concrete wall. I felt a wet, moist tear, running down my face.
I looked at the ceiling, trying to focus on the light in the corridor, anything so my mind could focus on something else other than the past. I remember the screaming. I remember the shouting. I thought I got away from it all.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trapping from anymore tears from escaping. I opened my eyes and then exhaled. My breath was shaky. I felt much calmer though. I needed to be strong.
I wiped the tear, with the back of my hand and continued walking back to my art class, with my head held high.
But what if Damon's right; all the arrows are pointing to is werewolves but that's impossible...is it?
I needed to have a look too see when the next full moon was.
However, I felt massive excitement yet powerful urge, when I was thinking about the full moon. Then I figured it out that as the past few days have been going by, I felt myself getting stronger, losing myself a little bit. It was if my body was actually starting to become stronger, physically and mentally.
Was this probably why the boys partly had becoming a werewolf, because they could feel the moon growing stronger every day and are now starting to struggle to keep everything under control?
I need my diary, fast.
As I strolled in, no one knew I came back, so I just headed straight to my seat. Besides, I was getting my head back into my work. I went through my bag, then grabbing my earphones and placing them into my ears and attaching the other end, into my iPod.
I started to play Panic! At the Disco's 'I Write Sins not Tragedies' and focused on my writing. I put it on shuffle. Music had taken my worries away.
About several minutes later, I didn't even pay attention to whoever it was beside me, however all I saw in the corner of my eyes, were a pair of legs.
I looked up to the person, to see it was Chloe.
I stopped the song; I pulled out my earphones and looked up at her in confusion. Why was she here? Wasn't she supposed to be sculpting?
Chloe noticed that I saw her, so she grabbed a plastic, grey chair from beside me and took a seat.
"Chloe...?" I asked I'm confusion, wandering why was suddenly beside me, "everything alright?"
"Lucy, could I ask you a question?" she was holding her hands together in her lap, watching my move, with a cautious eye, "What's going on with you and the guys? I mean, you all seem to have changed. It's not me that's just noticed, but the majority of students have noticed that Max, Damon and Jack are somehow, not themselves too," she said, with her face suddenly turned into worry.
I was taken aback from her sudden question. My eyes wide and my confusion were shown more. Most of the students have noticed a change in us?
Her eyebrows were frowning; her eyes seemed upset, as if they were lost. She saw my facial expression and it quickly changed "I mean, ever since the fire attack, you all seem reserved and all seem, oh I don't know, I feel as though something has defiantly happened in that building and you've all seemed to be altered and...reformed," she was staring at my work, while blabbering on about the past.
How was I supposed to answer this?
Her eyes diverted back to me and were ogling straight into them, "Lucy, what exactly happened back then?"
I swallowed, but discreetly. I looked away from her and stared at the wall in front of me, which was covered in my photos and artists that I have researched for my project. I sighed deeply, wondering how to explain to Chloe what had happened to us, but leaving out minor details from her.
I knew I couldn't tell her the truth. She would be asking Ferah and question about my sanity. Even as I recall Ferah saying we didn't have anything major happened to us. I knew deep down, my gut instinct told me she wasn't telling the whole truth, however instead she was covering something up and I will try and get the bottom to that.
I turned my head to face Chloe and I was ready to inform some of the details to her. I was only going to inform her very little information. I knew she wouldn't drop it or she will become very really suspicious.
"There was fire, loads of it. Glass shattered everywhere; floors were falling, due to explosions. It's no wonder they still haven't finished the Boys' Dormitory," I included that little bit of information, "we were trapped, we didn't know what to do or where to go. Jack knocked down Damon's door, because for some reason, his door wasn't opening, we left but we couldn't escape properly. There was so much smoke, so much red and orange. We didn't know where to go properly, because everything was so, clouded," I squinted, whilst I was staring at the wall, trying to remember the vague details, "We grabbed each other's hands or arms, just so we didn't lose each other. We started to shout 'Help' but there was no answer, or no one could hear us. Further windows were smashing. We felt faint, light headed and soon after, we passed out. I recall hearing voices but, that's about it. It was like a never ending nightmare. I wanted to wake up."
I twisted back to see Chloe, who was watching at me very hard, attempting to comprehend if I was telling the truth or not. I was hoping my voice didn't give anything away nor sounded indifferent.
I was holding back some tears, as I started to reminisce forbidden memories, that I on no occasion craved to remember, of my parents; the car incident. It was like living that memory, once again, with the fire and Police, alongside with my long lost brother.
"Oh- Lucy, I didn't mean. Oh god I'm sorry for asking," she apologized, as she saw my appearance altered wretchedly and placed a hand on my upper right arm, to support me, making sure that I was alright.
"It's okay," I answered back, knowing my voice was troubled, but tried to give her a positive smile, although I knew it looked broken, "you didn't know."
She shook her head negatively, "no, I shouldn't have even asked in the first place, knowing it would cause you some stress."
"It's fine, seriously."
"There you are! I was looking for you. Mr O'Conner said we can go to the dark room, to start and expose our film of our current work!"
Rotating around, I gathered it was Shannon, walking toward us with a smile on her face, "plus he's giving us some scrap621Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDQYcc1f6af
photography paper, to experiment and- Lucy! Are you alright?"
Shannon powered walked over to me, while Chloe's hand fell off my shoulder and I just smiled at Shannon, "nothing why?"
Shannon was taken aback with my sudden high, chirpy voice, "Err, you just seemed like you were pale and upset...anyway, Chloe, I've got the keys to get into the Dark Room. Shall we get going?"
I saw in the corner of my eyes that Chloe narrowed her eyes at me, knowing far too well, she distinguished I was keeping somewhat bottled up. I wasn't going to tell her everything. I need to gain more faith in my new friends before clarifying everything to them.
"Want to come with us?" Chloe asked, knowing that I could need a friend at the moment.
I shook my head and off they went, taking their belongings with them. As I watched them go, I caught the sight of them, smiling and waving, to the coming people passing through. I just started to turn around to get more work done, as soon as three teenage boys wandered in and looked at me and wandered over to my table.
It was Damon, Jack and Max. I gawked at them wide eyed, feeling my heart racing underneath my ribcage. I suddenly felt nervous, unsure why they were coming over.
I wanted to turn away from them, but knowing that would raise questions.
"Lucy," said a deep voice.
I looked up to meet a pair of sapphire eyes, looking at me, pleading for forgiveness. Damon licked his lips together, before taking a deep breath.
"Lucy, I'm so sorry, for taking my anger out at you. I just want to figure what is going on with us; I want to help you and Jack to get to the bottom of this. With having family problems and what had happened at the fire, it's just causing more stress and anger in me. Instead, I hurt you, the last person I wanted that to happen. Lucy, please...forgive me."
Damon looked like a lost puppy, but I've seen it all before; with my foster family. My foster brother, Nathan, used to say it all the time. It angered me. It made me upset.
I looked away from him, thinking about it. Could I trust this person, who screamed at my face?
I looked back at Damon, scrunching my forehead. I was searching within his eyes, for any lies but no, I could not find one. Could I forgive this person?
Damon seemed extremely different than Nathan and many other guys I have encountered before but my heart didn't have any doubts about this person.
I smiled gently and Damon, who looked shocked considering, which I was assuming, surprised at my smile. He grinned with me, knowing very well what it meant. He seemed relieved. His eyes looked warm again. His shoulders deflated and seemed to be breathing normally again.
"Yes. I can forgive. Just don't do it again, otherwise I won't forgive you that easily. Ok?"
"Aye sir!" he saluted me, in a jokey way, to which we all laughed.
Max asked, "So what are you doing now Lucy? Writing notes? Do you have a journal with you are something? You could be a writer."
I watched at him in misunderstanding. A writer? I wanted to be an artist, to make my mam happy, up there, to be proud of me.
Wait...a journal?
My diary!
I quickly grabbed my bag from underneath my desk, making the three boys looked at each and me, strangely, as if I had just grown another head.
"...are you looking for something?" Jack questioned, as his puzzled face grew.
I searched for my diary, until I came across it.
Ah-ha! Found it. I swiftly skimmed through the paces until it was this month and to check when the next full moon was.
"Lucy?"
I looked up them, paled in the face as I realised how long left.
"...the full moon...it's a week until the full moon."
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