One Mistake, One Million Goodbyes

By RadioActiveRebel All Rights Reserved ©

Romance / Fantasy

Baptism

Elizabeth's POV

Running.

That's all I remembered, before I fell into the icy cold river. I wanted so much to end the voices in my head… I wanted so much to drown them out…

And by drowning myself… I succeeded.

…Or so I thought.

My name is Elizabeth Skye Nyleve Harper. There's a few thing you should know about me…

One: I'm bad luck. I have to be, because I'm cursed.

Two: Part of the curse includes me becoming a wolf-like animal.

And three: If you're ever alone, within a 20-mile range of me, and bleeding badly… You had better run.

I'm a bloodthirsty creature. I can't help it. Along with being cursed to become pure misery and a creature… You need that "power" to be fueled.

Of all the things in the world… I had to be fueled by blood.

Here's the worst part… If I don't get it, I die.

Now, I'll bet you're wondering why I had voices in my head… And why I wanted to drown myself…

Well… I'll start at the beginning…

The very beginning…

It was the Halloween Carnival at Parkerston County five- no- four and a half years ago.

My friends and I were going through all of the games and we came to this "Telepathy Tent" that supposedly had a "real" "psychic" working the gig.

They dared me to go in… So I did… and stirred up trouble.

She didn't ask for payment when she saw my eyes… I had been born with two different colored cat eyes: One blue and green, while the other was red and gold.

She started chanting something in Latin? I guess? And all the jewelry on her started to light up… It freaked me out… so I decided to stop her shenanigans.

"All right lady, listen up: I have seen countless so called, "psychics" and I have to say: These are the best special effects I have ever seen. But that doesn't stop it from being a hoax. Now, I am going to pay you, but only because I am tired of these fakes"

"Young lady! I can assure you that I am not a faker. I am capable of turning tides, cursing those who want to be defiant, and revealing what lies behind locked doors. Just allow me to prove-"

"Let me stop you right there, if you were real, this place would be lined up with dummies who want to have their fortune "come true" But I am not about to fall for it!"

"Very well. I have no choice but to prove myself… In the most terrifying way. The curse of the night!"

"Yeah right lady. I'll just sit here, and wait for an owl to swoop down and rip my hair out piece by piece"

Then, my friend Kylee came in and told me to not cause trouble…

Well TOO LATE Kylee!

"Go ahead. Do your worst" I said.

Little did I know: that curse was real and it would cost me my life.

And five years later to that very day, the prophecy of it would live on.

The woman that worked there said that five years from that day, would be the day the creature inside of me would take over me. Then, I would become a mindless killing machine.

As the years passed, the side-effects of the curse grew worse.

Year one: Thirst for blood

Year two: Transformations into a wolf-like creature occurred frequently.

Year three: Voices began to speak to me in my head.

Year four: I began causing problems for people without wanting to.

Year five- The final year: I've been having visions lately, but only about ways I could possibly become the creature completely, or die becoming it.

On the fourth year, I tried going to a psychologist to rid me of the voices in my head… but that didn't work. The only thing I earned out of that was these horrible-tasting capsules that only get rid of the voices for an hour or so.

I only use them when I need them. I hate them though all the same.

Well, that pretty much brings us up to date…

Oh, right. I'm such a dummy! I haven't told you what I look like!

Well, other that my eye colors, (Yes, colors; with the 's') I have dusty blond hair, freckles, tan skin that's scarred in whole lots of places from when I transform, and freakishly long nails.

I wear what basically any girl my age would wear: Arizona jeans, a grey t-shirt, leather gloves (fingerless of course) a leather sleeveless vest jacket, and high top black converse sneakers that are paint-stained.

I ran away from home the night after the carnival, so I basically have nowhere to go except for a two story tree house that I found in the middle of the woods.

But… Let's get back to where I crashed into the icy cold waters.

10 minutes earlier…

I was walking down a path in the forest I like to call: The Marked Pathway

I call it that because when I found this path, it had a pair of initials carved into a tree along with a plus sign and heart around them.

Anyway, I heard the voices in my head say that my time was up and the beast was coming for me…

And my will to live forced me to run.

I wanted to destroy the voices, for this was not the first time they had made me run for my life. I thought that if I destroyed the voices, I would break the curse.

It's stupid really. I mean, I go to the library and use the computers to search for "how to break the curse of the night" but, it's blocked by the government. The government people!

When I jumped into the river… I felt my breath escape my lungs. But before I blacked out… I heard something jump into the water. Then, I felt darkness wash over me.

In my rest, I thought of one million things I had to say goodbye to:

My home, my family, my friends, my life, my faith… I could go on forever.

Then, one twist of faith made one million things changed into 999,999 things wrong.

To me, for every wrong you have, you need a right to make them disappear slowly.

That faith was named: Justin Carper.


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