Fan Fiction

Its The Fear **Complete**

by Starry Sky

Chapter 19

I Wish..

Thats my life.All I really could remember has been said.Right now,I'm still in this basement,with my last family member.Someone who I'd kill with,serve with and protect with.My hunger has starte dup,and I've done the unthinkable.Whoever was in the basement with us,or so I can see Ghost doing,will be our dinner.Alice and the 'Jason wolf' have been all we've gotten.Eating a nut from the clinic hasn't made me feel better.Soon,Ghost threw down the torn open corpse of Tyler to us,and we feasted.I hated Tyler so much,but after Ghost made B kill Tyler,it make me want to gag.Who I was becoming was showing.I knew this would be my life.

Eating the remains of Ghost's enemies forever wasn't how I wanted this to end.I seen myself as a peaceful werewolf,living in the meadows,rolling around in the grass under the moon.Drinking fresh water from the water,and making friends with the animals.but then,I'd ask myself everyday,why me?Why did this have to happen to me?I'd only be wishing that I could turn time,to save myself from Jason.Kill the werewolf that infected Ginger before it could cause harm.Then,it would be over.But this was reality.Not fantasy.

Time is moving so slow now.I'm changing too fast,and all the monkshood in the world can't help me now.I knew I should have ODed when I had the chance.Or killed myself at the motel.I should have stood in Ginger's path and let her maul me alive.I should have ran out of the house to save Tyler,and be killed by the werewolf who had been following me.I should have been outside when Polly got the deer.I should have been the deer,and let Brigitte snap my neck.I should have died a long time ago.But,I unfortunetly survived.I wish I was dead.I wish Ghost shot me.I wish one of the stakes would have severed my spine.I wish I'd been paralyzed.I wish one would have stabbed me in the lung,or heart.I wish I would bleed to death.I wish I would have died.But I didn't die.I'm still alive.My wounds are healing,and the infection is probably gone.Brigitte is curled up in the corner,crying that she wants to die.I wanted to.Not because the monster in me is making my heart cold as ice,or black.But to put her out of her misery.I should have.But I didn't.I only watched in the corner as B suffered and cried.

It's happening to fast.I can hear our bones staring to break,and out skin tearing.I feel like my brain is about to explode,or I might die.This pain is so unbareable.Imagine you are being drawn and quartered.Or being disembowled alive.Or being burnt to the stake.Imagine the worst possible way for someone to possible die.Multiply that by 10,and that was my pain.Those flashbacks were coming back.

Everyday living...
My first day of school...
My first crush...
The first arguement me and Sam had...
Mom leaving...
Lance dying in that car accident...
Dad dying from his cancer...
Becoming friends with Brigitte and Ginger...
Taking death pictures with them...
First time trying weed...
First day of high school...
Ginger defending me...
Jason attacking me...
Sam and Ginger dying...
A funeral...
My first kill...
The clinic...
Alice...
Beth-Ann...
Tyler...
Ghost...
Breaking out...
The changes...
Locked up in the basement...

All of my memoeries,and deep secerts flash before my eyes.Secerts I vowed to take to the grave are repeated.There is no turning bakc now.The infection is taking it's toll.Soon,I'll be gone.Every last ounce of humanity,and what is me,will be taken over by a monster who craves blood and flesh.I'll be like Ginger.I'll be like Jason.I'll be my worst nightmare.Time ticks away in my head,loudly.I fee my bones begin to break.My skin begins to split.My blood is boiling.I feel like my face is breaking into fucking pieces.I can't scream.I only let out painful,wolf-like howls.Howls and cries for help.I hear Brigitte's cries too.

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Goodbye...

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