My whole life I’ve had this secret. I’ve never been able to tell anyone. If I did who would ever believe me? And if anyone did ever believe me, it would surely be my death.
You see I can change into different animals, I call myself a shapeshifter. But my family calls me an abomination. A monster.
I showed them when I was twelve, what I am. I changed into my main animal the mighty raven. They screamed and pulled my siblings away from me, called me a freak, and I flew out the window.
I flew to the cemetery and landed at my grandmother’s headstone. Next to where I was supposed to be buried. I often come here to think, to talk to her.
My parents said I wasn’t supposed to live past a week. I was born premature, all the doctors said that I wouldn’t live, but somehow I did. I think my family resents me for living.
I stayed as a raven for a while, and sat there for a while, at the base of my grandmother’s grave stone, wondering how this all happened to me, and most of all why me? Changing back, running my hand over the stone. “Gramma why me? Why did all this have to happen to me? I miss you.”
But of course there’s no answer, there never is when I come to see her. “Good bye gramma, I hope to see you again.” I said. Kissing her stone, I changed back to my raven.
I spread my wings and flew back to my house. There’s no lights on, in the house, so I flew to the back of the house, to my room, I always leave my window unlocked when I change, so I could get in.
I flew in and changed back, as I landed.
I couldn’t hear any voices in the house, I peeked my head out my door no lights either, and no signs of life.
As soon as I showed them what I am, I knew I have to get away from them. I’m only seventeen years old, I’m Scarlet Frost and in one week I’m running away from home, and never coming back. It’s late and I have school in the morning, so I got ready for bed, made sure my door was locked and crawled into bed. Why did I have to tell my family what I am? Why did I do that to myself?
To them I’m a freak and nothing more. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I think I lost my family when I survived as a baby. Maybe I really never had them to begin with. I didn’t want to fall asleep, but I felt my eye lids drooping and quickly fell asleep.
Slowly something started nagging at the back of my scull, making me open my eyes. My room still dark, but there’s something there, I can feel it, but I can’t see it. I looked around my room, sharpening my vison to be able to see things more clearly, there’s nothing there; until I noticed something shiny in the corner of my room.
My mother’s sitting in the corner staring at me, with a knife from the kitchen in her hand.
I moved away from her jumping out of bed going to the opposite end of the room. “Mom what are you doing? Mom please put the knife down. Please.” She got up and walked towards me. She stopped at the dresser and stabbed the knife into the top of it. Not saying a word the whole time.
Leaving it there she walked over to the door and left my room, closing the door behind her.
Not saying anything as she left, I can barely breathe, but her actions spoke volume, I have to get out of here.
I collapsed to the ground; huddling there, staring at the knife. “My mom just threatened me with a knife.”
I kept muttering that over and over to myself. I had to move up my timeline, I had to be out of here, in the next couple of days, not a week. I huddled there until the sun started to rise. Too afraid to go back to sleep.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been treated different then my other siblings, even before they showed up. Of course they don’t except me for what I am, to them I’m nothing but a freak.
I didn’t start shifting until I was eight, when it happened I turned into a raven, but whenever I shift I can go into different animals, but I always go back to the raven. The Raven is who I truly am.
I got myself calmed down, and grabbed my bags, and started to pack.
Since I’m seventeen it shouldn’t look suspicious, if I’m on a bus by myself.
I booted up my computer and started my search for bus schedules.
I printed out a few and shut down my computer, and threw it in my bag. I packed as much as I could and started pulling things out from all my little hiding places in my room.
I piled all the money I’ve collected over the years, and stuck it in my bag. The suns up and still no signs of life anywhere in the house, which I’m taking as a blessing.
I looked at photos of my family; I’m not taking any of them with me, there not my family anymore.
Then I looked at the knife in my dresser, I pulled it out and wrapped it in a shirt, and stuck it in my bag; with a second pair of shoes, and a few books. I love my books.
I’m just about ready to go, I thought about leaving them a note, but thought better of it, and got dressed. They won’t care.
It’s October and it’s turning cold out so I put on a long sleeved shirt on over a t-shirt, a sweater and long pants and a jacket.
I grabbed my pair of boots, and I’m ready.
I grabbed my bags and jumped out my window. I took one last look at my home and walked out of my yard, for good.
Before heading to the bus station I had two more stops to make, I have a small bank account, so I headed to my bank, so I could take everything I have saved.
“Hey Becky.” I said walking up to the teller. “Listen I have to close out my bank account.” “What’s going on?” “Nothing I just need it please.” She looked around the bank, no one ells is around, she nods and entered some stuff in the computer.
She counted it all out and handed it to me. “Over a thousand dollars, we don’t usually do this. I hope everything is alright Scarlet.” Nodding. “Don’t worry; everything will be okay. Thank you for this. See you later.”
She waved as I walked out of the bank. No one’s around so I’m in the all clear. One last stop to make, a super market.
I grabbed a bunch of food and headed for the hair dye. My hair is bright red, and I needed that to go.
So I grabbed a dark shade of red hair color, and a pair of scissors. No one said anything to me as I paid, since I should be in school by now. I paid and headed for bus station. It’s almost ten and the bus station is empty except for the lady at the computer.
I looked at the schedule for the next bus out of here. I started muttering to myself. “Next bus leaving White field for Vancouver in one hour.” Perfect. I walked up to the counter, the lady looked me over. “Can I help you?” “Yes one ticket to Vancouver please.” “Yes that will be $140 please.”
I handed her some cash and took the ticket.
I headed for the ladies room, I undressed a bit and pulled out the dye, and the scissors.
I have bright red hair, it makes me sad, but it has to go. I started to apply it; I got all my hair covered and washed it out as best I could. Then I started to cut. By the time I finished half my hair is in the sink, and my hair is shoulder length and dark red.
I had to wonder what the colour would do to my raven.
I saw myself in the mirror, the underside of my wings are red, I also have red strip going down the back of my head, when I change.
I don’t want to lose them, but I also have to change my appearance. After I became satisfied I redressed pulled up the hood of my sweater and headed out to wait for my bus.
I got out there just as it pulled in.
I showed my ticket and asked. “How long will it take to get there?” “A few days, we stop at other places along the way.” I smiled and with my bags, climbed aboard. I picked a seat at the back, and put my bags on the nest next to me.
As I sat there waiting, I had to wonder where my family is, if there back at the house or not, or if they discovered that I was gone. But either way I really didn’t care, I’m about to start a new life, far away from here, and that’s all that matters.
As I waited I pulled out one of the few books I could squeeze in my bag, and started to read.
When I first got on the bus there were only a few people on it, and no one seemed to pay any attention as I had walked past, except for one young male, occasionally when I look up, he’s staring at me or my stuff, but there no way anyone is getting their hands on my stuff; there have to kill me first. After what seemed like an eternity the bus pulled out of the station.
As we drove off I stared out my window at my home town; wondering if I’d ever see it again.
We drove past my former school, I didn’t have any friends at school, I was always alone, watching animals since I’m part animal.
I would eat lunch outside, and at times some of the animals would come up to me. They were my friends.
Once we got out of town I relaxed in my seat more, the stress lifting from my shoulders. Finally I’m free from them.
I know there are other super natural creatures out there, werewolves and vampires. A few came through town occasionally, I met a few of them, and they said there’s others like them out there, but that they’ve never come across another like me. As far as I know, I’m the only shapeshifter out there.
I just hope that someone in Vancouver will be able to help me.
I sat back with my book, and relaxed for the ride.
On our long journey the bus would make a stop, and some people got off and some people joined us.
I’d stretch my legs and refuel; but the one person that never got off is the young male from when I first got on. He kept watching me, but never staring for too long at one time. Especially when he saw me look over at him.
I was starting to drift off when the bus slowed and someone tapped my shoulder. I looked up, that guy is standing over me.
“What’s going on?” Rubbing my eyes.
I sat up, and looked out the window, its dark out, and we stopped at a gas station.
“You haven’t gotten off in a while, I thought you might need to stretch your legs.” I nodded and grabbed my stuff but he stopped me.
“No I’ll watch your stuff; just don’t take very long. We won’t be here for much longer.” Nodding. “Thank you. I could use a stretch.” He smiled and allowed me to get up, and sat while I left the bus.
I used the washroom and bought some food and drinks, and headed for the bus. He’s still in my seat, when he sees me; he stood and moved so I could retake my seat. I moved my stuff so he could sit next to me. Just after he sat the bus pulled out of the gas station, back on course. “How much longer till we’re there?” “We should be there by morning. I’m Thomas Drake by the way.”
He said extending his hand to me. I took it and said. “I’m Scarlet Frost it’s nice to meet you.”
As our skin touched I felt something, I don’t know what it is, but there’s something odd about him.
I took my hand back and handed him one of the drinks I got. “Thanks. So why’d you leave home?” He asked taking a sip.
I choked on my drink. Wiping my mouth with my sleeve I asked. “Why do you think I left home?”
He looked down at my stuff. “I don’t know; it looks like you have most of your possessions with you. You also look like you’re on the run.”
Wow, I didn’t think it was that obvious. Sighing. “Yeah I left home. Something happened; they won’t even know I’m gone. But I don’t want to talk about it, not yet.” He nodded. “I understand that. Don’t worry. Do you have somewhere to stay when you get to Vancouver?” I stiffened and put my hand on my bag.
“How do you know I’m going to Vancouver?” He put up his hands. “Relax it’s our next stop.” I relaxed a little, shaking my head. “No I hadn’t gotten that far, I kind of just threw this plan together at the last minute.”
Something changed in him, his eyes changed from brown, to gold. That’s odd. What is up with him? He smiled, taking another sip from his drink. “Okay you’ll stay with me. I know we don’t really know each other, but you need a place to stay, and I won’t let you sleep on the street.” Shaking my head. “No! Your right we don’t know each other, and you have no reason to trust me.” He nodded, thinking about it for a moment. “True, but I can feel when someone needs help, and you my dear need help. So stop arguing, it’s done. You are staying with me, end of discussion.”
He settled back in his seat, staying right beside me. I settled back arms folded across my chest.
I don’t know why he’s doing this for me, I don’t even know him, and there’s no way I’m staying with him. It’s not going to happen.
We lapsed into silence, neither one wanting to say anything.
This feeling kept growing in me, like I should know him, but can’t reach the memories. I wonder if he feels the same way about me. Clearing my throat, shifting in my seat. “Thomas what are you?” He looked at me strangely, like I grew I third eye or something.
“What do you mean? I’m human like you.” The way he’s looking at me, his eyes changed back to brown. “I know your lying to me, I just don’t know why. But if you want to play this game fine. I am not staying with you.”
I sound convincing, but on the inside I’m afraid. “Come on, you need to rest. I’ll wake you when we get close. We’ll talk then.”
I looked at him.
“Why do you care? You don’t even know me.” “True but like I said, I know when someone needs help, and you do. So I’m helping you. Now sleep. Perhaps I will tell you when you wake.”
I closed my eyes, but have no intentions of falling asleep.
Thomas put something over me; I don’t know why he’s taking care of me. I’ve always had to take care of myself. Never having that person taking care of me.
My family never being there for me, oh sure they’d pretend to care, but when it came down to it they wouldn’t do anything for me. It was all for my siblings.
No one ever thought that there were any issues with our family. We pretended to be one big happy family, but it was all a sham. Just for show. Anything I wanted I had to get myself. But here with Thomas I don’t know what that will mean, but I think everything is about to change. I know he is a super natural creature, I just don’t know what he is. But I feel different towards him. I felt something odd, and started to drift off, until there was nothing but darkness all around me.