you please stop poking me?” I said to my best friend as she was
prodding my upper arm with her pen. “This class is boring as hell.”
She murmured and placed her pen on the table.
right though. Biology wasn’t exactly the most exciting subject,
neither was the teacher we had. My best friend and I always ended up
doodling in our notebooks or on the table. This lesson wasn’t an
exception. Our teacher kept rambling about all sorts of molecules,
which was a topic from last year.
did you just draw in my book?” I asked and my best friend giggled.
“That, my dear friend, is a butt.” I drew a figure under the
butt, making her laugh a little harder. “No way, did Y/N just draw
a turd?” Now we were both giggling, and our teacher turned around.
“Y/N, is there something you need to tell us?” I could feel my
cheeks turning scarlet out of embarrassment. “N- No.” God, I
hated the fact that I always stutter when I get nervous. “You can
come here, in front of the class, and tell us where you and your best
friend were talking about.” Our teacher threw the piece of chalk on
her desk and crossed her arms in front of her chest. I slowly stood
up from my chair, my hands shaking as I pushed it against my table.
My breathing fastened with every step.
liked standing in front of a classroom, being the center of attention
wasn’t my thing. I always started panicking that I’d say something
wrong and people were going to laugh at me. Sometimes I was thinking
I was going to wolf out in front of everybody. Since the pack thought
it was a good idea to read the book about the Dread Doctors, strange
things had been happening to some of us. Scott and Lydia both had a
hallucination this morning and we think it happened because we
started reading that book.
finally stood in front of everybody. My pulse increased dangerously
fast. I tried to grab the desk, but my sight got blurry and I was
losing my balance. “She’s having a panic attack!” I heard my best
friend yell as she stood up from her chair as well and wrapped my arm
around her shoulder. She dragged me towards the girls’ bathroom and
lowered me to the ground. My breathing was uneven and my whole body
started to shake. “Get…Liam…” I said to her before my sight
opened my eyes and saw that I was in my old house, back in New York.
My breathing was still a bit irregular and my hands were still
shaking, but I could walk, which was a good thing. I remember
everything about this house, the fact that almost every wall was
white for example. Screams were coming from our old kitchen and I
knew what was going on. Mom and dad were having an argument. “Why
can’t you do anything good?” My dad said as I was peeking around
the corner. He had an empty bottle of beer in his hand and my mom had
her body pressed against the fridge. “You’re drunk-” My mom tried
to say, but my dad cut her off. “I’M NOT DRUNK!” He grabbed my
mom by her throat and squeezed. Her head turned as red as a tomato.
She pointed her finger at the door. And then I realized she was
pointing at me. My dad’s head turned and let go of my mom’s throat.
Her body sunk to the floor as she was gasping for air. “Go away,
you little runt!” He yelled and rose his hand to hit me, but before
his hand made contact with my body, my sight went black.
Y/N, it’s me. Don’t worry, it’s me.” My eyes shot open and I took a
deep breath. My head was moving around like crazy, trying to figure
out where I was. Two hands cupped my cheeks and made me look in
someone’s eyes. The eyes I would always recognize.
eyes of Liam Dunbar.
okay, you’re back.” His thumbs were caressing my cheeks. “Wh-
What happened?” “You had a hallucination, just like Lydia and
Scott.” The images of my hallucination were playing off in my head
and I felt the tears pricking in the corners of my eyes. I wrapped my
arms around my boyfriend’s neck and sobbed into his shirt. “Shh,
I’m here.” Liam cooed while brushing his fingers up and down my
spine. We stayed like this for a long time until I stopped crying.
“Do you want something to drink?” I nodded after wiping the
remaining tears off my cheeks. “Do you want to talk it?” Liam
asked while pouring water into a plastic cup. I thanked him and took
was about my parents. My dad was drunk and he strangled my mom, just
like when I was 10.” I said, my voice a little shaky. He sat down
next to me, wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his
body. “You and your mother are safe here, he will never get to you.
He’s under lock and key, and if he comes out of jail, we have a whole
pack of werewolves waiting for him, including you.” I smiled and
snaked my arm around his waist. Liam kissed the top of my head and
squeezed my shoulder. “You’re going to be fine.” “As long as
you’re with me Liam, I’m always fine.”