Howl at me by Cama Seeney (best non fiction books to read txt) 📕

I ran at a sensible pace, not sprinting or jogging but I ran. This took me to the top of the group, I quickly saw annabell and Chase running side by side easily chatting. 

 

Revenge, that's what I wanted. For the taunting they gave me earlier I easily passed them lengthening my stride. All the hours I spent running because of mere bordem rushed back to me and I was able to keep the steady pace. Still not at top speed. All of a sudden Annabell caught up to me sticking out her tong she sprinted passed me. The mere hint of a challenge had me yet again lengthening my stride, I didn't think I could hold this speed for very long but I soon caught her and put on even more speed to run in front of her. On my third lap I slowed down a little and Chase ran up and matched my stride easily he didn't even look out of breath. I yet again threw my all in but yet again he managed to match me easily. 

 

One more lap and I could pass out but for now I had to sprint. I saw Chases surprised look as I ran past him but he also put on even more speed. Air hissed between my teeth and I looked back for a second. I saw Annabell and Hunter running easily beside one another, by the sounds of it they were making bets 'No way in hell she'll bet him your wrong anna!'. I turned to face forward and sprinted as fast as I could around the last corner and down the straight. Chase had won but only by like half a second. I walked into the middle of the room and dropped down. 'Ughhh!' I complained tugging the earphones from my ears. I felt my warm face and slowly sipped the water from my bottle. After I finished I put the bottle to my sweaty head I looked up at chase and glared. No guises just glared.

 

'Wow Enough with the hate, put your claws away kitty!' I sighed and rolled my eyes at him. 'Damn Max your fast!' Annabell told me as she sat next to me. I let out a breathless giggle and grinned at her. 'Been running. Since I was twelve. ' I said still a little breathless. I looked up to where Hunter stood side by side jostling one another. I looked up dazed, undeniably staring at the other-worldly-like creatures that surrounded me. Anna-bell looked a little out of breath as did Hunter but chase.. He looked like he could do twenty more! No fair i thought.

 

 I felt a need so deep, one dragging me towards them. Even if it was just to follow them around, there plain majestic ways reminded me so much of my very own farther, Well my adopted one that is. I knew i couldn't, more like shouldn't, even look upon these poor creatures. I couldn't bare to be around anyone without them getting so badly injured that they or my self was taken away. I sighed and looked back at my pathetic sob story of a childhood. Even my birth parents were terrified of me, driven into an uncanny, unapproachable and unstoppable rage. I still had the scars lining my back painting a pretty picture I dared not to show a soul. It lead to those icky questions that made my heart race and hate spread across me as sympathy clogged there eyes. My adopted parents, my savours, told me over and over again that they would fade but as the years stretched and my back lay unchanged I could not help but not believe them. The lack of food and proper healing around the time of the injury lead to that I thought with bitter distaste.

 

I remember my last day with the horrid creatures who tried so badly to make me into a hating creature such as themselves. I thought back to my seventh birthday...

 

I looked upon my mother with timid eyes that were as big as saucers. Her bright read hair recently curled fell tumbled down her slender back. Make-up old, smudged and new all applied thickly on to her face. The smell of cigarette smoke and the ever present smell of old alcohol. I had walked in on another argument, I caught myself hoping that this one birthday would be nice... That was the last time I had hope for anything. She was screaming into my so called father's face. Teeth stained with newly applied  ruby red lipstick, spittle flying out of her small cruel mouth. Evil, incoherent and nasty words flew from her mouth, not taking a breath she world on me, too surprised and scared i stood frozen like a doe caught in the headlights. I caught a glimpse of the nasty, pathetic creature that called himself my dad, His dark brown hair cut so short it resembled his ever short temper. His light brown eyes stared upon me with such hate i gasped and turned to face my not so innocent mother. Her steal blue eyes reached my scared mix-matched eyes with an unquenchable rage.

 

'IT IS. ALL YOUR FAULT!' She scratched flying towards me with such speed i almost crashed as her adult but small sized body crashed into mine. Her fingers Immediately racking across my unprotected face blurring my vision. I filched at what was to come and turned to run back into the tiny closet they called my room. 'You do not deserve nor are you worth the very breath you steal ever fucking minuet!

 

You should be dead, YOU hear me! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU! My sweet innocent boy, you killed him murdered him! Spoilt Brat!' She racked her nails across my back, scratching the same cuts back into my back that she always had. I was locked in the cellar for three days, on the forth she brought down mouldy bread, which was evil because she knew i was allergic to wheat. When i refused to eat i was given an assault of punches, kicks and scratches. I screamed so loud the wail seemed to echo, The room rattled with the very sound. Knocking over the read haired evil monstrosity i made a break for it. Blood dripping into my eyes and across my chin i knocked into the man that i now know as my very own dad. He is, sorry was a police officer i must have ran at least three blocks before almost passing out. That was the first time i had ever used my magic and the first time I had met with the man i proudly call my dad. 

 

I opened my closed eyes and sighed missing my chosen parents all the more, my mother would rap me in her warm frame and my farther wouldn't leave me along until I either told him what was wrong or he'd tickle me or make me laugh. A single tear fell down my face and i swiped at it unashamed by the hint of my total broken self. I just stood up and repeated the words under my breath that my farther  told me once when i was feeling pretty low 'If you don't stand tall and glare in the face of the adversity you have already lost. Stand and grin, laugh and glare at all to come' I instantly felt better and even managed a wobbly smile i hid my unsure face by stretching and the others followed suit as more and more people came and joined us; red faced and puffing like a steam train I giggled very quietly was one boy nearly fell onto his face.

 

He glared at me evilly scrunching up his freckled nose his ginger hair all the more attracting the freckles to be noticed on his pale skin. I would have shivered at his death ray but it just made me laugh all the more louder shooting him one back with fined cockiness I was sure he wouldn't test. Well that was until he charged at me like a pull, raising a hand as if to slap me everything in my whole body just wanted to flinch but I stood unbearably still glaring all the same. I even forced my body to take an involuntary step forward. 'Like to hit innocent frightened girls do you' I took another step forward and my chest was practically resting on his 'Don't bother little boy I will ruin you' I sneered in his face and turned around to walk away when he grabbed a fist full of my tee-shirt. I couldn't help it i froze fear froze me in place, My back still turned to him i could feel his sickly breath on the back of my neck making me shiver so hard I nearly fell. 'Not so tough now little girl, laugh at me again and ill be forced to teach you a lesson you won't forget'

 

The words seemed to float around my head; a crazy overwhelming hatred and pure annoyance rushed at me. I turned focused completely on breaking that little... indecent piece of worthless.. aghh I couldn't even come up with a insult I could call him I was so vexed.  Well anyway I wanted to hit him so bad that I even scared my self. Breath hissed through my teeth and I took a step forward as if to do so before two strong arms rapped themselves around me. 'Mark back off before she breaks your nose or something and no one wants your disease riddled blood on the floor' Rumbled the deep voice that held me, for some reason all I felt was slight annoyance at my saviour.

 

 I blushed so bad that it actually felt like I might melt, to be honest I'd never really been held by a guy of any sort I wasn't the needy type. Quickly the words for the fear of blushing rushed to mind, Erythrophobia, erytophobia, ereuthophobia I expected there was so many for the same fear because so many people suffered with the things they just didnt know it. It also, coincidentally meant the fear of red too... How could two separate meanings hold three different words I pondered to myself silently.  

 

I listed fears that popped into my head one after the other;  Haphephobia the  fear of being touched or held, Gelotophobia the  fear of being laughed at... Hmm Hylophobia – fear of trees, forests or wood, it was a strange phobia the forest was so startlingly beautiful.. but I guess all fears were strange to people who didn't posses them. My ears tuned back in as some one repeated a question close to my ear 'What are you thinking about little miss Ablutophobia? What is with the fear thing anyway?' chase asked curiously, grinning madly and standing in front of me, I walked away from Hunters arms with a distasteful glare. 'Well if you know something it kinda seems silly to fear it' I told him nonchalantly. 'Well I that's not a sensible reason I don't know what is' Chase replied grinning madly. 'Acttually i was just bored and learned them for fun', not completely true - i had learned them during a freakout because thinking of how silly it was to fear things made me feel better. 'Anns right your nuttier..' Ann must have heard him because she came over ' you better not be about to quote me' he shook his head at her and winked behind her back making me giggle.

 

'Right you lazy bunch, basket ball or dodge ball' we all shouted one thing or another well I didn't I loved both games. 'AHH put your hands up don't shout' She laughed, it was a nice sound that got many other people laughing too. 'Basketball?' about fifteen hands went up 'Dodge ball?' about twenty hands went up, both Hunter and chases hands went up grinning madly. I saw out of the corner of my eye Mark grinning, his face twisted into an ugly mask of annoyance and glee. I gulped but I wouldn't let him get me down.

 

I ended up on Hunters side and Chase, Anna-bell and Mark on