My Beastly Love by Tyler White (the reading strategies book txt) 📕

she was actually thirty eight. Hard to believe. When she glanced at me, she was shocked. "Hey, honey, are you feeling alright? You look very sick." I gulped and only wanted to lay down. I saw the nurse bed with a long piece of cloth laying ontop of it.
I stumbled and landed on the bed, feeling dizzy. "Has she been feeling sick all day?" Mrs. Jean questioned Mr. Cole. He stared into her dark green eyes and stuttered on his words. He was in love with her. "Uhh...No, uhh, she just screamed in, uhhh, class and then I brought her down." "Oh, ok." Mrs. Jean was scribbling it all on a piece of notebook paper on a clipboard. Before I even saw her, she stuck a thermometer in my mouth. I sucked on the plastic which tasted bad. She finally snatched it out of my mouth and glimpsed the reading. "It reads, 103. 3." She looked sorrowful and picked up the phone, probably to call my mother. The last thing I heard was Mrs. Jean tell my mother about my fever before I closed my eyes to sleep.

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I barely opened my eyes and glimpsed a pale figure in front of me with an AC/DC t-shirt on and navy blue jeans. It was blurry all around but then I blinked a couple times and realized Pam was standing over me, pressing the wet cloth against my forehead. I rubbed my eyes, clearing all of the crust around them. "Hey, you’re up now. How ya feeling?" I was so tired I could barely speak. When I tried to reply, my throat was hot and sore and hurt every time I murmured a word. "Oh, honey, your voice is so sore, try not to talk so much." She had a worried look in her eyes as she dipped the towel in a cup of water.
"Pam....I need water..." My voice trailed off in the air, drifting away slowly. "Shh. Don't talk so much!" Pam walked off into the kitchen and filled the glass half full and brought it back to me. Water never looked so delicious. I snatched the cup away from her and pressed the glass to my lips, the sweet water gushing down my throat. When I was done slurping the drink, I felt water under my fingers. Just when I knew what was about to happen, the glass slipped out from under my fingers and landed on the wooden floors, smashing into bits of glass. The glass flew up everywhere on the floor and under my bed. "Oh, Erica! You- Uhh!" Pam was cautious about whether or not stepping on it but she made her way around the glass.
I sighed deeply and kept a straight face on. Pam stomped back in the room with a broom in one hand and a dust pan in the other. "You better be happy I'm doing this for you." I laughed but her face looked angry. "I'm going to take a walk. Be back in a few minutes." She nodded and let me go. I swung back the door and slammed it back, wondering where I should go. I knew I would just go back into the woods, maybe that would be good.
The woods was right back behind my house so I jumped past the house and ran into the trees and bushes. Branches scraped my face and thorns dug into my bare feet and toes. I was running as fast as my legs could take me, never going to stop. But then I did. Something caught my eye. It wasn't a deer nor duck or moose. It was a little boy, he looked only four. He was standing so still that he looked like a statue. I was creeping closer to him, taking very small steps. "Hey...Are you ok?" I slowly spoke to him.
I was close enough to get a good look at him. He had jet black hair and blood red eyes that shone like diamonds. He had a suit on with his shirt tucked in and dress pants almost dragging the ground. "Hey are you ok? Where's your momma and daddy?" I asked. He stared for a long time then I saw his lips move. "They’re gone." After those words I got scared. I ran right passed him and ran fast deeper into the black woods. This time I didn't care if the splinters were embedded in my skin, I just kept on running. I dared not look back but before I even could, I looked ahead and saw the little boy again. He smiled. A weird feeling was forming in the pit of my stomach, I felt like throwing up. My head hurt and my knees fell to the ground, my body feeling snapped. My ribs ached and so did my legs.
The boy scampered like lighting to me and showed his great smile, barring his needle point sharp teeth. They were as white as snow and they glistened in the sun. He growled and lowered his head down quick and began digging his fangs in my delicate neck. "HELP! PLEASE! I NEED HELP!" His cold hard lips were pressed against my neck when I flung him off my body. He rushed back to me, snapping his tiny jaws, trying to reach my neck. "HELP!" I tried slapping the boy, but it hurt me more than him. My head was constantly whirling around which made my head want to burst.
My arms were bruised and so were my feet, warm blood pouring out of my neck wound. The boy dug his claws into my skin and tried to bite me again but I snatched my arm back and ran. I ran so fast that even the trees were very blurry. I needed to get away from the boy who attacked me so suddenly. I glanced over my shoulder and saw nothing, just trees, twigs, bushes, and logs. I saw the light peering from the trees so I knew I was almost to the end of the so called never ending forest. The sun beat on my tan skin and the sun blinded me in my eyes. Everything looked normal. The house in front of me, the other houses rolling across the street, a dog barking, people walking. It was all the same.
I could feel the blood from my neck pour down my shoulder and onto my chest. It was warm and sticky. I wiped my shirt and tried to at least get some blood off my feet. The grass grazed through my feet as I strutted home, my heart was pounding so hard my chest was beginning to ache. My head hurt so bad I thought someone was pressing my temples extra hard. I scampered towards the house and stopped before turning the knob. Some nasty feeling was forming in the pit of my stomach, I was going to throw up. I knew it. I turned the knob and opened the door, only to hear it squeak. "Pam!" I yelled...'She must be in the garden' I thought to myself, but then I heard a yelp and recognized it as my sister Tayler.
'Oh no. Something was wrong,' when I heard that yelp the nasty feeling grew and I could feel myself about to vomit. "Tayler?" I croaked, my throat aching in pain from all the screaming. She didn't reply. I heard loud footsteps and walked the corridor, searching for a sign of Tayler. I heard them coming closer and turned around only to see a helpless Tayler, her eyes puffy and red from crying, tears streaming down her delicate face. "What’s wrong?!" She only cried harder. I wrapped her in a big bear hug and stroked her hair softly, asking her again what was wrong. She never spoke, she only dragged me into the garden area, pointing at a limp body. I recognized the face imeadiently and my face turned chalk white.
It was her. My only guardian. My mother. Pam. It seemed like it had been hours before I figured out she was dead. Dead like nothing. "Pam..." I knew she wouldn't speak back but I felt deep inside I could still talk to her. I kneeled down before her body and looked deep into her eyes. They were blurry and dead. Lifeless. Just like her.
Memories of my childhood soared into my mind, reminding me of how much I loved Pam. The time when I was five and we caught fireflies and I accidently swallowed one, and the time we said good-bye to Dad before he left for the army. I tried to choke back the tears but I wasn't strong enough. Tears streamed down my face and plopped on my jeans. I held Pam's head carefully in my hands, admiring her face. Her face was still beautiful and wrinkly, just the way I remembered it.
I was trying to find a way to figuire out what had happened to Pam, but somehow, I would figuire it out. I searched for any sign of blood on her clothing but didn't see any. I pushed her hair back and saw a deep wound on her neck. Dried blood was stained on her neck and two holes were found. "No. It can't be." I must have been talking to myself because I realized Tayler was gone. "Tayler?!" I called to her, my head peeking through the window. "What are you doing?!" "I'm calling the police!" I rolled my eyes and looked back on Pam. Lifeless Pam.
As soon as Tayler hung up the phone, I layed a daisy by Pam, in hopes she would remember I had put it there. I was determined to bring her back to life. My dad would always say that you can feel it if something bad is going to happen. I had never expected this. I knew somehow Pam was still alive, just under a deceased mask. "Tayler, Pam is still alive somehow." Tayler gawked at me in confusment and shook her head no. "Wh-What are you talking