The Spark_What does death feel like? by R. Mason

Author:R. Mason [Mason, R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-13T18:30:00+00:00

Amethyst came to later, and turned over just to fall out of a bed. Her eyes shot open, and she looked around to find herself in her own room. She blinked, looking outside, and seeing that it was still dark. She must not have been turned the entire night. Where was Faye?

Suddenly panicked, Amethyst shot to her feet and grabbed her phone from her pocket. She unlocked it to see that it was currently five o’clock in the morning. How long had she been a wolf? How long had she been asleep? She went to open a new text message to Faye when her door opened slightly.

Faye was in the doorway, rubbing her eyes and yawning. She blinked at Amethyst and raised her eyebrows.

“Did you fall out of bed?”

“Um-”

“Why are you still dressed?”

“Um-”

“Oh,” Realisation dawned on Faye’s face, “You were out with Harper,” She pursed her lips, “Did you have fun?”

Amethyst looked down at her scabbed over knuckles and didn’t really know how to answer. Before she knew it, Faye was in front of her, holding one of her hands and tutting.

“What the hell did you two do?” Faye’s voice was both concerned and angry. She so quickly fell back into old habits of looking after Amethyst that she almost felt guilty for using Faye as a catalyst for her anger. This was the most she had spoken in days, and it was about Amethyst being stupid.

“Punched stuff,” Amethyst shrugged, “Turns out I have some internalised anger that I’m not dealing with.”

“So surprising,” Faye sighed, “Come to the bathroom.”

Now this was a familiar routine. Whenever they got bumps or bruises, they would go to the bathroom, at either Amethyst’s or Faye’s house, where they kept a first aid kit. They were both clumsy kids, and even clumsier teens. That meant it was a frequent thing, going to the first aid kits.

Amethyst sat on the toilet lid as Faye rummaged in the cupboard under the sink. She watched her, feeling more tired than she had in the last few days. Having no memory of what she did while turned was disturbing, to say the least. She pulled her phone out of her pocket again, more of an excuse to look away from Faye than anything.

There were three new text alerts.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

I brought you home and put you to bed at around three, if you were worried. You mostly ran around the woods howling. Didn’t hurt anyone, except maybe a rabbit. KIDDING.

Let me know when you wake up that you’re okay.

Amethyst smiled slightly at the texts. It was nice to have someone that understood what she was going through. Another werewolf.

FAYE

What the hell are you doing up there?

Typical. Faye wasn’t concerned, or kind, she was still mad.

“Here,” Faye took the hand not holding the phone, and started dabbing it with disinfectant on a cotton wool pad. Amethyst winced at the sting of it, “You should’ve told me when you got home.”

“I didn’t know I was home,” Amethyst said simply, and Faye looked up in alarm.

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