The Necklace That Protects Me novel Chapter 20

Suddenly anger rose inside me. I could feel it itching to get out. I let go of Amy and stood up straight to face Brian. I could tell he was torn up about this but my anger didn't care, my anger didn't see reason. I felt the headache coming, but once again I was able to ignore it. My necklace started growing hot and felt like it was almost vibrating as I stared Brian down. I then smacked him as hard as I could across the face. I felt like he would retaliate. I could see the anger in his eyes. I knew he wanted to. But I could also feel the anger rolling off of me. He went to his knees and dropped his head. What on Earth was that?! Stunned, all the anger left me as quickly as it had come. The headache faded and the necklace cooled. I fell to the ground in a heap right by Brian. I could see the tears leaking from his eyes even with his head down. Instantly I felt awful for what I had just done.

"Brian... I..." I started to apologize but when he looked me in the eye I saw the hate. Hatred for me, and even more so, hatred of himself. On the side of his face was a perfect bright red imprint of my hand. I clasped my hands over my mouth and instantly started crying. "I'm so so sorry! I swear I don't know what came over me!"

Brian locked eyes with me and nodded before running out of the room. Everyone else in the room was silent. Amy wasn't looking at me and Michael stared at me with a hard expression. He walked out the door after Brian without saying a word. What is wrong with me? I don't have a huge temper and I'm certainty not violent. It's like I can't seem to control myself anymore. Thankfully Amy nodded to the door and we walked out together after telling Brie goodbye. My head was such a mess, and I felt awful for the entire scene. Especially because someone I considered a best friend was laying on the bed, in a coma, in the same room, while I flipped out. I have never been so ashamed of myself.

"He deserved it." A very elegant voice whispered in my head.

I tossed and turned that night once I got home. Werewolves. There were talking about werewolves. There was so much going on when I heard it I hadn't processed it but now I had all the time in the world.

Come on now! They don't really exist! In this day and age there's no way something like werewolves wouldn't be all over the news. People are way too nosey. But yet, my super serious headmaster and a DOCTOR were talking about them, why?! I really wish Amy hadn't drawn attention to us. And she did it on purpose! What was she thinking? Unless she knew.... no! Snap out of it. There is no way werewolves are real. I just couldn't comprehend such a thing. I was way to logical to believe in such as thing as werewolves for heavens sake!

I tried to follow them but I could feel myself waking up. Everything slowly faded to black.

I thought I was waking up, but instead I found myself in a meadow. In the middle of wild flowers was a cute little girl, probably two or three years old, she had beautiful brown hair tied into pig tails and blue eyes. Next to her was a man, I assume her father because of how much they looked alike. He had the identical color hair and eyes. He looked to be in his twenties and stared at the young girl with nothing but adoration.