I was letting out ragged breaths as I ran through the thick forest. The rain was beating into my flesh, running with my supernatural speed. I held one hand in front of my eyes, shielding my face from the ice-cold rain and wind. My skin was well past the stage of the biting coldness. It was becoming numb from the frost and running for quite a while.
My heart was beating rapidly in my ribcage. I didn't dare to look behind me at the monsters who murdered my parents to check how close they were. I felt despair in the pit of my stomach. Once again, they found me. Once again, I was on the run. Once again, I needed to start my life again. All because of who I was.
Suddenly, one of my legs slid on the stone that was covered in mud and felt searing pain radiating from my ankle. I fell to the ground and tumbling a couple of times, mud covered my skin and wet clothes. I cried out but quickly tried to get on my feet. As I did, I felt a gush of air hitting my back and felt their presence.
An eerie silence engulfed me once again, only my ragged breath, the sound of my heart erratically beating inside my chest and the sound of rain on the trees and ground as the raindrops hit the surfaces could be heard.
I never wanted to kill not even hurt anyone. All ever wanted was to be left alone to live my life as normal as possible. They always found me and I didn't understand how, being always careful. Every time they found me, I couldn't help the despair growing in the pit of my stomach. It was only a reminder that I would never get to live a normal life.
I ran, slowly shifting back into my human form. My clothes were soaked to the point where I could feel the cold creeping on my bones. My teeth were clattering and I could no longer feel my fingers.
On the horizon, a light hue of light appeared in front of me in between the trees. The corner of my lips raised slightly as relief washed over me. Picking up my pace I reached the outskirts of the forest in no time. A small town appeared in front of me, the street lights illuminating it. I smiled at the thought of a warm shower and bed.
Few more minutes passed, I finally found a motel and quickly entered the reception. The motel was small the reception even smaller. When I entered I was greeted by yellow bright artificial light that hurt my sensitive eyes at first. I blinked my eyes a few times to get used to the harsh lighting. The smell of air freshener hit me right in the face. I scrunched my nose at the strong smell. For humans, it was probably bearable and pleasant, however for me, not so much. My eyes scanned the place.
Behind the desk sat an older woman with a book in her hand. Her eyes snapped to me from her book, she raised her eyebrow behind her reading glasses as her eyes took in my appearance slowly from toes to my face. Suddenly, I felt self-conscious as I looked down at myself. My clothes were soaked and ripped in several places and some places were still covered in blood. I prayed to whoever listened that she wouldn't ask questions. As I walked closer to her I gave her the most charming smile I could muster. Her eyes narrowed at me.
"Hi, do you have any available rooms please," I said, my voice calm and steady. The last thing I needed was for her to call the police.
"Just for yourself?" She asked, between chewing her bubble gum. The noise irritated me but I didn't show it.
"I'll need your identification,"
I took my backpack off of my shoulder and looked for my purse. I finally found it, after rummaging in it for a few seconds. I had all the necessary stuff I needed on the run, as I quickly packed it when I came home from work.
I handed her my fake id. She took it and wrote my fake name on some form. "How long are you staying Alyssa?"
"Just tonight" I answered
She nodded "that's going to be 60" I smiled and handed her the cash from my purse.
Then she got up and showed me to my room.
The room was small, double bed was in the middle of the room with white bedsheets. The walls were covered in flowery wallpaper and the floor was in the old brown carpet. It was old-fashioned, reminding me of the eighties from what I saw on tv. But I didn't mind at all.
When I was finally alone, I placed my backpack on the chair by the table and let myself fell to the bed facing down. I closed my eyes and began drifting off instantly when I woke myself up. I desperately needed a shower and a change of clothes, I was still in the soaking wet clothes.
My mind swirled with the idea of where am I going to go tomorrow. I couldn't decide which direction to take. I was sick and tired of my life on the run. Constantly looking behind my shoulder, making sure I haven't been followed. Constantly worrying about what tomorrow would bring and always be careful, around everyone. I could never be myself, not around humans. Not to mention werewolves and vampires.
The worst part was that I was always lonely. With loneliness came depression. I couldn't form any kind of friendships because I knew I would be on the run soon. I'd only hurt myself and the people for leaving them behind and disappearing without an explanation. And me being me, the last thing I wanted was to inflict pain on anyone, whether physical or emotional.
After that night my parents were murdered I ran. I packed my belongings and ran without ever looking behind. I was eighteen years at the time. I had plans of going to University. I always wanted to be a scientist. My dream was to work at NASA. However, my dreams were shattered that night. Now eight years later, and I am still running. I travelled through half of the US, and they always found me.
I opened my eyes and sighed, blinking away the tears. I began washing myself and my hair. I laid in the bath for a few more minutes before I got out. As I dried my hair and swirled them into the towel, I walked out to get my toothbrush and went back into the bathroom.
After packing everything into my backpack I finally got into the bed, turned on the tv to have some noise in the room, and grabbed the phone that I put to charge before I went for the bath. Like every night I went into my gallery and went through all of my pictures of my parents. Always losing myself in the happy memories I had.
I felt my eyelids getting heavy so I put my phone on the nightstand, turned off the tv and light. As soon as I closed my eyes my mind drifted, blackness engulfed me.