it’s Complicated Ch 10

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Chapter 10

Tala’s Point of View

Pain.

but this is much, MUCH more painful. again.

That’s all I feel at that moment. It’s almost like the car accident all over a

| collapse to the ground, groaning in pain and clutch my sides with all of my strength, I roll over onto my back and fight back the tears threatening to spill it feels like someone It me on fire, but when I peek through my eyes to look, my skin looks like it normally would. I quickly shut them again as the temperature keeps getting hotter and hotter.

I break out into a sweat from the invisible heat, but it does nothing to actually cool me down like it should. If anything, it makes things feel

worse.

I curl up into a ball and dam breaks, letting a flow of hot tears trail down my face and soak into my shirt. If I could move my arms to wipe them away I would, but it seems like my limbs have become lead weights at my sides.

The fire travels through every inch of my body, making sure to lick my insides, my arms, my legs, my chest, my feet, my stomach and even my head. If this is what dying feels like then I must be going to hell. That’s the only reason I can come up with for all the pain I’m in. People always say they think death is quick, but they’re horribly mistaken. This is agonizingly painful I wouldn’t wish death on anyone if it’s this bad, not even my worst enemy would deserve this.

But I didn’t think it would get worse.

My left leg breaks clean in half with my knee tuming at an awkward angle and I can’t stop the cry of agony that escapes past my lips. It hurts! What have I ever done to deserve this? I know I’m being stubborn with my family, but I never did anything truly wrong.

My fingers and toes snap, followed by both my arms, and my other leg. Somehow my neck snaps to the side and I’m still able to breathe, but It’s like there’s a weight is on my chest restricting my airways so it’s not much better.

Barely being able to open my eyes, the only thing I can make out is the moon light still shining down on me. It’s like an unwanted spotlight on a big stage.

My eyes close as a new fire, burning even hotter then the first one, starts. By now, I’m sobbing uncontrollably and every little move I make sends a wave of extreme pain through by broken body.

My ankles.

My jaw.

My wrists.

Even my nose

I realized a while ago that screaming does nothing. No one comes running to help me and the hurting just doesn’t stop. It also doesn’t help that my jaw is in pieces so I couldn’t call for help even if I wanted to

In plays or when picking people for teams during recess when I was little, the parents would always say the best is saved for last to make you feel better about yourself, but it’s truly the worst feeling above everything else. Nothing can compare to what happens next.

My spine.

It separates into multiple parts and seems to almost hunch around the rest of my body. Seeming almost impossible to even me, the rest of my bones start shifting and rubbing together under my skin. I grunt and try my best not to move more then I have to. With my bones moving on their own, I do nothing but lay there and let whatever happens happen. If I could have stopped any of this, believe me when I say I would have as soon as the burning started. It never stopped once and only added to everything else I’m feeling.

My body seems to grow and both of my shoulders pop out of their sockets to settle in a different spot then they should be. If anyone were to see me now, all they’d see is the broken body of a girl. I’d even guess I look dead and a part of wishes I was.

I vaguely hear he sound of my clothes ripping, but that is the least of my worries at this point. It’s not like they were some expensive designer

clothes.

What once were my arms and legs rejoin somehow and I’m forced to roll over onto my stomach when they set above me. My nails on both my hands and feet get longer and larger. My face seems to stretch and the skin moves with the growing bones, but never tears as gross as that sounds. My teeth start to elongate and poke through my gums at sharp points, forcing my mouth open. I even feel my ears turn into points at the ends and they’re now on the top of my head. I think. I can’t tell what’s exactly where anymore.

If any of this sounded strange before, then the weirdest thing by far is the hair starting to sprout all over my body. It even appears on my face and hands which actually don’t feel like hands anymore. My legs grow a thin layer of hair as well, but not near as much as the rest of me.

1 let out a breath of relief when the pain finally stops and the fire is finally put out. The weight that was on my chest making it difficult to breath

slowly disappears right after and I’m left feeling slightly numb.

I simply lie in place, stomach down, and glad whatever happened is finally over. My first thought is that I have to be dead. No one can go

through that and actually survive. It would take a miracle or four.

Sounds suddenly start to reach my ears all at once and I cringe slightly at how loud they are. I hear the little animals running around the forest, even if their feet barely touch the ground as they nun. The birds are all nestled into their trees for the night except for the occasional night

owl

After what feels like forever, I decide it’s time to pry my eyes open. The clarity in which I see everything surprises me. My glasses are no where in sight and I never put my contacts in this morning, but I’ve also never seen things this well before. Each leaf, each blade of grass, the rough looking bark on the trees, even the rabbit hiding in the bushes a little ways away. It’s like watching something on TV in HD for the first time ever, yet so much better then that. I turn my head towards the sky and immediately feel at peace upon seeing the moon still shining bright in the sky. That’s the only thing that seems to have remained the same through that whole experience.

The moon.

Shit! If it’s that high then that means I’ve been out for a lot longer then I onginally wanted. I know I needed to blow off some steam, but this isn’t exactly what I was going for. Now, I’m going to have some major explaining to do when I get back

Thinking it over, I realize that maybe in would have been better to have actually died then go home and face the wrath that is my mother. She can be freaky scary in senous situations and disappearing for half the night isn’t going to settle well with her. I snuck out once last year to go to Tyler’s. party and I ended up grounded for a month.

With a sigh, I reluctantly stretch out my muscles and stand up or try to.

Um… didn’t I use to be a little taller? No! When my bones broke I must have shrunk! What kind of cruel world am I living in?! I liked being tall. It was one thing I was really proud of because I’m taller then all my female friends. Thatcher doesn’t count because he’s a guy and annoyingly tall. Plus it helps me block in volleyball.

Wait… I’m on my hands and knees. Thaaaat’s why I’m shorter. For a second I actually thought I lost some height. I must be going crazy. I think I just need to go home and crawl into bed. I know the last few days I’ve been wanting to go back to school, but I say screw it. I’m not going to want to do anything after tonight Sleeping is officially my new priority,

I push against the ground with my hands to stand upright and succeed for a few seconds before falling back to the ground. What the… I try again only to come to have the same result. I look down and freeze.

Instead of hands, there are two fuzzy paws, And I’m completely serious. Send me off to some loony institute if you want, but I swear I’m not lying. They’re legit paws that belong on an animal.

Just to b

be sure, I move my right hand–em- paw and sure enough my limb, and I use that term loosely, does exactly as I imagine my hand doing. I shriek in realization that my hands and arms turned into those of a large dog.

No.

Please tell me I didn’t…

Did I just bark?

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I try talking and all that I hear is a weird bark or wining sound… and it’s coming from me. I look over my shoulder and almost start crying. My whole body is covered in grey fur, every inch of me, and worst of all, there’s a tall on my rear end. I ant belleve it!

Okay, deep breathes, no need to panic. I must have hit my head or I’m dreaming. That has to be it! There’s no possible way this is all

happening.

Shaking my head I take a few steps and stumble. Looking towards the closest tree, I take off running and slam head first into the trunk. The wood splits with a loud crack and my head throbs in pain. I fall to the ground, momentarily stunned.

That hurt. Probably should have done something else to prove I’m dreaming, but it hurt so this isn’t a dream… which means that I really am a

freaking DOG! OMG!

1 yelp in panic and take off running in a random direction, avoiding trees and their roots with hardly any effort. This can’t be happening! Things like this don’t exist Yet here I am, with four legs and a tail. I probably have a snout too with a wet nose and all the other traits of an animal. People have told me I’m a bitch, but I never thought it could ever be taken literally.

My paws barely hit the ground at the speed lim going and it’s much faster then I ever have before. I always thought I was fast, but I’ve easily just proved myself wrong there. Now I’m like the flash. What’s weirder is that I suddenly feel alive. When I was human, running was a way I let out anything I could virbally tell another person. Now, it feels like a part of me, like I’m free. The wind whipping past my face and through my fur. As

much as I’m afraid of what I am, I can’t help but have a small part of me happy right now, Crazy, I know,

Catching a sudden smell that has my mouth watering, I automatically turn in that direction. My body slows down as the smell gets stronger

and my paws become quiet, making no sound. It’s like my body already knows what I have to do when my mind has absolutely no idea what’s

going on. That’s a first actually.

Thear running water up ahead and something drinking from it. That must be what I’m after, but wait.. I don’t want to kill anything… do 17

I seem to have no control over myself as I prowl closer to the unsuspecting deer. It lifts it’s head, ears up and listening for danger. I take this opportunity to jump and I land on its back. The buck struggles, but collapses under my weight. Instinctively, I go for its throat and clamp my jaws over the animal’s windpipe. It goes still and the smell of blood assaults my nose.

Immediately, without thinking. I bite into the fleshiest part of the deer and I start eating. Sounds gross, but it actually isn’t that bad for raw deer meat I just so happened to get from a deer I killed not a minute before. When you think about it that way, it is pretty nasty, but my excuse is don’t have control over my actions right now. And it’s so good!

Once my stomach is full, I hop into the cold water to rinse the blood off my paws and muzzle. I pause when I see my reflection for the first time since I first became able to wag my tail.

My eyes are still blue, but darker then my usual bright color. You could still tell they’re my eyes though which makes it a little strange with this body. My entire coat is a light grey with the exception of my front right and back left paws having white socks. My face has white covering my left ear and my left eye. Other then that, I have the other typical features from the muzzle, to the teeth, to the wet nose. My tooth, by the way, are big and sharp. Would scare the crap out of me if they weren’t actually in my mouth. Been freaked out already by some random wolf already sol been on the opposite side of these teeth.

Ive

The water temperature is absolutely freezing, but thanks to my newly acquired fur, I’m actually pretty warm. Im starting to notice many perks to this dog thing, except I kinda think I’m more of a wolf. No dog is this big and scary. Wolves look more wild then dogs and I’ll give you one guess as to which I look more like

“What do we have here?” A voice asks and my head immediately snaps in the direction it came from. Not even meaning to, a warning grow! passes my lips and my muzzle pulls back to show my teeth in a threatening manor. A guy is slowly approaching, looking cocky and like I can’t harm him if I tried. I do have the size and new speed for it. I’m sure he’d stand no chance. “Don’t growl at me.” He looks amused.

I slowly begin to step out of the water, aiming to reach stable ground. The mud and silt on the bottom of the stream isn’t the best ground to fight on if it comes to that. Walt, a fight?

“I wouldn’t move if I were you.” The man pulls a gun out of his coat pocket and aims it at me. I stop my movement, half in and half out of the water, and keep my eyes trained on him.

He has light blond hair and dark, brown eyes that don’t have the usual gleam to them like everyone I’ve ever known has. He looks to be somewhere over thirty–five and is wearing dark cargo pants with a plain black t–shirt. His jacket has many pockets, which I’ve figured out pretty

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easily probably has many more hidden weapons in it. One wrong move and BAM.

BAM… I’m dead.

“Wolves usually run in packs. Where’s your Alpha?” My wolf growls again and the click from his gun lets me know he took the safety off. “Ill give you until the count of three to shift back and answer me. One,” He pauses, expecting me to cooperate right away. My wolf doesn’t like the fact I’m being ordered around by some random guys and completely ignores his command.

Not seeing me do anything, he frowns. “Two.” Well, now I might have actually done it, in fear for my life, but then again, I don’t even know how to. “Don’t make me say It.” I narrow my eyes and carefully shift my weight to my hind legs. “Three.“I automatically jump to the side as he fires. Because I moved, it got me in the side Instead of my head or heart. Lucky me.

Pain shoots through my body and I stumble a little upon landing on my feet some distance away. I turn and launch myself at the guy with my only intention being to kill. My wolf is seeing red at being hurt and wants to get the guy responsible, but I don’t want to kill a human being.

I focus on reining in my woll to gain some control over her. I force myself to pull back and leave the man alone. With a few scratches on his sides and a bite on his arm that’s bleeding pretty badly, I turn and run. I give myself a pat on the back for accomplishing that.

I make it a few bounds when something cuts into my back leg. I howl in pain, but push myself to keep running. He’s dangerous, as proved, and I need to get as far from him as possible before I can stop.

Adrenalin is pumping through my veins as I go in the direction of the only place I know I can go right now.

The fight starts leaving my body after a few minutes and I have to slow down to be able to take the sudden escalation of pain.

I end up limping the last mile or so before I collapse at the trop line by his house. My breathes are coming out faster then usual and I curl up into a ball to try to erase everything that’s happened from my mind.

This is not how I wanted my life to be, but ever since I moved here, I’ve been in a car accident, gotten shot and I think I still have a knife in my leg.

I lift my head to look and sure enough a hilt belonging to a small knife, easily concealed in a pocket, is almost completely embedded in my muscle. No matter how much it hurts, though, I can’t pull it out without hands. And that just sucks.