Warning: I know that you all are used to some pretty light stuff from me. Therefore, it is imperative that you take note of this warning. The following chapter contains thoughts of depression and suicide. There are also hints of sexual assault. If these are triggers for you, please do not read ahead. Please know that I take these topics very seriously, and I would never want to do anything that would offend anyone.
“This has got to stop.” Bert’s voice shook me out of my depression trance. “You have got to stop this destructive behavior!”
I have been mindlessly fixated on the mirror for so long. I have been sitting in place, yet I felt dizzy. I had no feeling in my paws or my hind legs. That was when I noticed that I was sitting on the ground, and no longer in my chair. But I can’t remember when that happened. How long have I been sitting on the floor?
“When was the last time you had anything proper to eat? Why don’t you order yourself a pizza?” Bert recommended, “How about an extra large pizza with extra sausage and onions; just like you like it.”
My mouth was dry, and my lips were so chapped that they cracked when I tried to speak. Yet, I wasn’t hungry or thirsty.
“You have been up for almost 24 hours straight.” Bert reminded me, “aren’t you tired?”
It was strange. I was tired, but I didn’t want to sleep. I wouldn’t have been able fall asleep if I had tried anyway.
Bert kept lecturing, “You missed your full moon with Ryker and the pack.”
Has it been that long? Am I really that far deep into this depression that I missed the full moon and I didn’t even notice?
Eating, sleeping, bathing; none of those things are important to me. Nothing matters to me anymore.
I want to go home. I want to see my family again. Fuck it all; I want to see my Grandpa Ryan again. I want to be with him.
I don’t want to live in misery. I just don’t want to live at all. What would be the point? Would anyone even care if I was gone? I should just put an end to all of this suffering.
But for some strange reason, Bert isn’t going to give up on me that easily. “You need to shower, You need to change your clothes, and for the love of all things plumbob, you need to get out of this house!”
I didn’t want to leave the house. Bert knows that. We have been over this same argument repeatedly. Finally, we were able to come to some sort of a compromise. Bert had promised that he wouldn’t bother me anymore if I promised to get out of the house for at least one hour.
So here I am, freshly showered and wearing a clean set of clothes, wandering around Moonlight Falls until I can come home and resume my shame spiral of depression.
As I walked I made sure to avoid Mira’s home. Any home for that matter. Without realizing it, I found myself drifting towards the woods. Not too deep that I wouldn’t be able to find my way back. But just deep enough to where I can be alone.
Or so I thought.
My keen sense of hearing picked up a very disturbing conversation not too far from where I had been meandering aimlessly.
“I said leave me alone!” I heard the sounds of panic and desperation. But not panic from just anyone.
Instinctively I ran towards the sounds of distress. Right towards the person I was wanting to avoid: Mira.
As I ran I tried to tune in to what Mira and her attackers were saying.
“I am still stronger, and smarter than the three of you put together.” Mira tried to sound brave, but I could hear the fear in her voice.
“What ya gonna do about it?” Thug 1 threatened.
“Your pathetic Immundus magic is not going to help you now.” Thug 2 added to the threats.
“Why don’t you see what happens if you try anything?” Mira sounded less threatening than before. She was really starting to worry. “I said don’t come any closer!”
“There is only one thing an Immundus bitch like you is good for.” Thug 3 wasn’t fazed by Mira’s words.
That is when things turned violent. After that I heard Thug 1 cry out in pain and anger.
“You’re gonna pay for that, slut.” Thug 1 was even angrier than before.
I was running as fast as I could, but it wasn’t fast enough. I wasn’t anywhere near as strong and as agile as I was the night of my first full moon. My legs were so weak from not moving for so long, and my muscles burned. But I kept running. I knew I was getting close when I could smell these bullies; each of them stunk of arrogance, ignorance, rage, and hate.
“Grab her,” Thug 1 instructed the other guys. “Hold the bitch down.”
“Let go of me.” Mira screamed, her voice riddled with even more panic than before. “Get off of me.”
Just then I saw them in the clearing, and I didn’t like what I saw.
I sprung into action. Literally.
I lunged at Thug 1, catching him completely off guard, and knocking him off of Mira. We tumbled for a few feet until a giant tree trunk stopped our momentum. Thug 1 was pinned between the tree and me, so I was easily able to overpower him.
I have never been an athletic guy. I have always considered myself a lover, and not a fighter. But at that moment I was a
man beast possessed. I kept punching Thug 1 over and over. I couldn’t stop; I didn’t want to stop. And I have no doubt that I wouldn’t have stopped except that Thug 2 & Thug 3, finally realizing what was happening, had yanked me off of their companion.
Thug 2 was trying to bend my arms back behind me, and as much as I fought against him, he was too strong for me. It didn’t help that Thug 3 had given me several hard punches that I’m pretty sure broke a couple of my ribs.
Despite that I did manage to twist my hand around and dig my claws into Thug 2’s arm. He cried out in pain as he let go of me. I was free to fight back against Thug 3, but I was too weak to properly throw an impactful punch. So, I kicked him in his family jewels.
I know that some might call that a low blow. But, the kind of low life scum that would cheer on his buddy as he tries to rape a helpless female deserves a fate worse than that!
Thug 3 was down, but Thug 1 had gotten back up. I had just pulverized the living daylights out of this guy, but he looked like he had made a full recovery. He didn’t have a scratch on him. Meanwhile, I was struggling to stand up straight.
I didn’t realize that these damn supernaturals healed so fast.
This must also mean that Thug 2 must be completely fine as well. Speaking of Thug 2, where is that asshole? I had completely forgotten about him.
That is until I was hit in the back of the head by a blunt, and very heavy, object.
My memory starts to get fuzzy after that.
Slowly, everything kind of fades to black.