Quiet Like The Snow!

• Beth Schmidt, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2012

I closed my eyes. I felt peaceful here. But although I had a really kid like persona I had my dark times. Times I never wanted to live again. I had destroyed people I loved because of it. I would never do it again. She died with a hatred burning inside of her. But I killed out of pure evil. I would never release the power inside of me. EVER! I felt a shiver pass through my body making me cold. I imagine possibilities of what would happen if I lost control again. I felt tears brim my eyes before I sat up and ran out of the house. I ran towards the forest surrounding me and shifted mid stride and let my deathly black form take over. I ran until I reached a clearing. I let myself fall down as I began to shake from tears. I shifted back and hugged myself. I felt weaker than I ever felt before. I let tears fall. All I could see was her eyes full or pain and horror as I shifted in front of her and let my powers loose. I couldn't hold back that night. I began to shake. I had to get a hold of myself or they would become free once more. That was something that could never happen. I felt my eyes change and my hair felt tingly as it too changed. I looked at my right hand to find my mark appear darkly. I began to scream out. The searing pain in my hand was excruciating. I began to feel breathless. I fell back onto the grass and lay there. My eyes dull with pain. I stared at the sky. Birds chirped in the distance. This once peaceful meadow now held a disastrous memory for me. My name is something I can't even mention now. Her nickname for me was cute with her accent. Her perfect voice. I closed my eyes and let the horrifying memories fly through. I remembered me reaching out and knocking her back with my paw. I wanted to mark her that night, make her mine. But it went wrong. I'm half wolf half vampire. My blood lust gave in and I began to tear her to shreds. I remembered her shrieks as if I was reliving the moment. The sound was ear splitting. I couldn't hold back my anger as I heard her voice telling me to stop. It was clear as daylight. But I ignored her that night. My eyes had brimmed red and my blood lust took over what control I had that night. I let it slip and it cost me greatly. I wanted to die. To see her again would make my day. I shook as I took out the knife in my jacket pocket. With shaky fingers I pulled out a note that I had written and clenched it tight before pulling the blade over my throat. “I'm sorry” I whispered before everything went black.