Chapter Two

Zamsii✓

The morning came quickly, and my head ached like hell. I stared around my room and I couldn't find Jack.

"Jack?!" I called, but I didn't hear any sign of him.

"Zamsii" I heard my dad calling

"Dad, give me a second," I said... stepping out of bed. " Ouch! " I screamed at the pain in my wrist.

"What happened are you okay? My dad asked.

I was staring at my bruised wrist, teeth marks on it. " Yes, I'm fine. I just twisted my ankle. "

" Okay, but try to be watchful next time. " My dad said.

" I will. " I responded.

Its face appeared to me, everything displaying in my head as if it were happening right now.

And how come no one heard me screaming? Was my voice too quiet to travel a long distance?

Rule number one: I'm definitely not leaving the house at night anymore.

Now I see why everyone locks their doors as soon as the clock strikes seven. Now, I'm going to suffer this hell of pains alone.

I had a quick brush and a hot shower, rushed down for breakfast.

" What took you so long? " Mom asked and I shook my head. " What's this? " She shook her head like I did and I smiled.

" Nothing, mom. "

" What happened to your wrist? " Dad asked as he saw the white cloth I had tied around the bitten spot.

" Nothing, just thinking of doing something fashionable. "

Mom laughed, " What do you know about being fashioned? "

" Everything, mom, I just know a lot that you don't. "

" Wow, I'm impressed. "

" Thanks. " I took my spoon, staring at my food, but my mind was totally somewhere else for a moment.

What does it signify to be bitten by a wolf? Does that mean that I'm gonna die very soon?

My tiny brain is too weak to think, and very soon. Just very soon, I'll be going insane.

We finished eating and I went back to my room. If Jack is gone, he's probably going to return any time from now.

I just hope he's safe out there.

I decided never to tell anyone about this. It's my little secret, and if I die, I know I'm gonna die for damn good.

I've been such a stubborn kid, I deserve anything that happens next.

The day slowly passed by and yet, I noticed no reactions in me. It felt as though nothing happened.

Maybe I was overthinking the fact that I was going to die. And after two good times I thought about that, I'm still seeing myself alive and... Okay!

No high hopes yet, Zamsii. And likewise don't give up hope. You'll be fine, just believe it. I kept calming myself with those words.

But the real question is... Am I?

I mean, I'm freaking out here and my legs are dancing to no tune at all.

Why am I suddenly feeling strange? Am I really going to die soon?

Oh, no... I'm doomed.

I felt like telling someone. I desperately wanted to but I couldn't. First, not my mom and it's definitely not my dad either or... I'm doomed for good.

I wished the years would come and go successfully, whereby I would be like twenty-two years old and no one would have to question whatever I do.

You're overthinking, Zamsii, and you're probably going insane.

Days, weeks, months and now two fucking years have passed and I’m still breathing air!

!

I'm not dead! I'm not dead!

From my room I could hear mom and dad jubilate. I'm actually not in the mood to listen to any of that.

It's me sitting my ass on my bed and thinking of a way to clear this shit out of my head.

I looked at my bruised wrist, it's still the same as two years ago. The mark, it's fucking permanent.

Mom knocked on my door, " Zamsii, you need to hear this. " She said, I could still sense the joy in her voice.

I opened the door, and we both went downstairs. " You really won't believe this, " she began, " your uncle Sylvester has decided that you will live with him! "

I gasped, I was looking interested this time. " Really?! " I asked almost like a scream. " Uncle Sylvester really said that? "

" Yes he did, look... " She gave me the letter he had sent, " it's written here. Read it for yourself. "

I read every essay in the paper, it was honestly true. Uncle Sylvester requested that I should come over to America?! To live with him?!

Oh, my goodness!

" When did he want me to come? " I asked, anxiously.

" In two days' time, he wants you to stay with his kids. You know, he's really busy at work and so is his wife. Mom looked at Dad, “don’t you think she’s too small for that? I mean, it’s not like she’s eighteen, she’s fourteen.”

" Maybe he just wants me to play along with his children instead of wasting my years here. Or he can even decide on training me in school. What do you think? "

" Yeah, she's right. " Dad agreed.

" Why didn't I think about that? " Mom slapped her forehead. " Well, let's get you packing. But, what about your clothes? You really need new ones. "

" I'm fine mom, I can manage it. "

" No, Zamsii, I don't want those out there to see you as garbage. You know, I've heard a lot about them. They are insultive. I won't like it when someone insults my little daughter. " She held both my cheeks, rubbing her forehead against mine.

I giggled, " No one will, mom. Trust me. "

" I do, sweetheart. Mommy does trust you. "

That's it, how life was back then when I was little. And yet, the little secret had to go with me to America.

What about Jack? He might be dead. Who knows? Since that night, I haven't set my eyes on him.

Mom and dad asked me about him a million times but, I just don't know where the heck he went to.

I have missed him... A lot.

Two days later, Uncle Sylvester came to pick me up as promised.

And that... That was the last time I saw Midnight Clan.

But I've been sending letters to dad and mom, they both seem to be doing great. With uncle Sylvester sending new things to them, they're probably doing just great.

And the bruise. I'm keeping it a secret.