Werewolves?!

My protector

“P-please don’t hurt me.” A blurry image of three people were hovering over me. “I-I promise I won’t tell anyone, please, I wanna go to my mommy~” The people started chuckling, “Of course you won’t tell anyone, you know what would happen if our secret was revealed.” I started crying, hot streams of tears pouring down my face. “P-Please let me go, I don’t understand…”

 

I open my eyes quickly, panting and sweating. Ugh, the same nightmare, every day. I ripped the covers off of my bed and let the cool air calm me down. I still don’t know why I have these nightmares, but I do know that they won’t disappear anytime soon. I lay there, breathing heavily. After a few minutes of relaxing and swung my legs on the side of the bed and looked at the alarm clock. Great, 4:15. Ugh I had another three hours before I had to go to school. I got up and walked to my bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror,

 

“Why? I’ve asked myself this question before but why am I having these nightmares?”

 

I splashed cold water onto my face. I walked out, exhausted. I barely got seven hours of sleep each night. I grabbed some skinny jeans, an oversized sweater and my boots. I love my over sized sweaters, they make me feel...safe. I quickly braided my hair to the side and grabbed my phone and bag. I quietly creeped outside, hoping that no one would wake up. I finally reached the door when my mom called out,

 

“Lyly? Where are you going this early in the morning?”

 

Crap. I couldn't tell them I was going to cool off, which wasn’t a lie either, but I didn’t want them questioning me. If I told them, they would get worried, but in a way I absolutely hate. They would send me to counseling or heck, even a therapist. They don’t understand, but it’s better that way, I guess.

 

“Oh, school project. It’s for biology.” This wasn’t a lie either. The project is due next week but I like to get everything done ahead of time. Being my naive mother she just nodded,

 

“Ok, be careful, it’s still dark outside.” I rolled my eyes.

 

“See ya later mom.” And with that, I walked down to the woods nearby my house. The only place I truly feel like I belong in. I noticed the snow melting, making the dirt muddy and slippery. Thank god I wore my old boots. I made my way carefully down the small hill and finally entered the forestation. It was the last week of January, so the trees were naked, making it clearly visible in the woods. But it was still 4:30 in the morning, so it was dark outside. Being alone in the dark never really bothered me. I do think about the chances of being kidnapped, but no one would want to kidnap me. I just smiled to myself when I reached a huge birch tree, several feet away from me. It was my favorite tree in the whole forest. I looked at my phone, and shoved it in my bag. I took a deep breath and leaned against the tree. The nightmare was still so visible in my head. They weren’t exactly the same dream, my head seems to mix it up a little. Sometimes they were clear, sometimes blurry, like the one I had today. They seem to be events in my past I forgot about, but I’m not positive. I took a deep breath again. I jerked my head up when I hear a rustling up ahead. Oh god. What is it this time? I stood up straight and glanced around. When nothing seemed to happen I turned around, ready to head to school when I slipped backwards. The only thoughts running through my head: Oh god. I closed my eyes tight, waiting for my butt to start aching. But instead, I felt a warm but solid body behind me. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Allen smiling down at me,