Forever Changed - By Jamie Gibson Page 0,11

slacks were soaked and my socks and Nikes were covered in my own blood. I had even had bloody shoe prints all over the kitchen floor.

I needed to get to my bathroom upstairs, I have everything I needed to clean and sew this wound up, in the closet. I didn’t think I could make it up the stairs to my room. I was dreading it.

Why the hell did I have to fall for? If I wouldn’t have fallen, then I wouldn’t have gotten hurt, and I would not be in such a predicament now. I was becoming angry and my blood pressure started rising. I heard a clap of thunder, but ignored it, overcome with anger. I wanted to develop my film and now I was in a major situation.

I stomped the floor with my foot and the pain in my knee was horrific. I screamed out over the clap of thunder and clamped my hand on my knee. I was so mad my face was blood red and the thunder sounded like it was getting closer. It sounded as if it was in the dining room with me.

I felt a hot pain in my knee, but started kicking the wall. I was throwing a two year old tantrum. I picked up the chair and slung it to the other side of the dining room. I have only been this angry once and that was when I slammed through the door of the closet, I was hiding in the night my father died. Then I realized that my anger was not going to do anything and I needed to think rationally.

I caught my breath and tried relaxing. Breathing in and breathing out. It was working, my blood pressure was going down, and for some reason the thunder was losing the intense rhythm that it had displayed before. I walked over picked the chair up, that I had slung through the dining room. I placed it back where it belonged. I was fixing to sit back down when I noticed something. I stopped with my butt about an inch from the seat. How can that be?

I looked down; the bleeding from my knee had stopped. I sat the rest of the way down, to have a closer look. I gritted my teeth while pulling back the rip in the black slacks, expecting to feel the pain that never came. There was no blood and no proof that I even had a wound at all, except for the blood down my leg, on my slacks, and on my shoes.

Chapter 10

What in the world? I thought to myself. How is this possible? Hell, the real question is, how did this happen? My knee was completely healed. What is going on? I really wished my father would have gone into detail of what ‘our kind’ was and who I was. This is so aggravating. I need to get this film developed and then go to my father’s study soon. I need answers.

With a knee that seemed to heal all on it’s on, I headed upstairs to my studio. I had to get to the dark room. The boy looked familiar, the one who I seen falling through the lens of my camera. He looked like a boy I go to school with. Lucas Sheath is his name; he always has girls hanging all over him. I found this repulsive. Why would a bunch of girls want to hang on him all day? I knew why of course Lucas Sheath is gorgeous!

His hair is blond with a hint of brown that is cute, like a little boys cut with just a little sticking up at the top. He has a baby face even though he is seventeen. He has gorgeous crystal blue eyes that you can see your reflection in and a body, damn a body! He is tall with broad shoulders and a six pack to prove to everyone he does work out on a daily basis. He is the captain of our football team and he has a dark tan all year long.

He is a model type boy and rumor had it around school that he had a contract with a modeling agency. I had fantasized once about being one of those girls always hanging on him, but there is just something about him that makes me think of a deer’s eyes caught in headlights. He just gives me a bad feeling and I have not yet figured out why. Something draws me