Chapter 35 New Scars

• When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a nearly dark room. She could feel a headache approaching, and nearly every muscle in her body was aching. She found herself on the carpeted floor, next to the windows. She sat up and rested her back against the cold wall. She sighed and lightly massaged her forehead. She attempted to stand, but a sharp pain shot up through her legs and she fell on the carpeted floor. She looked around and stood up again, crawling her way towards the switchboards and switching the lights on, instantly illuminating the room. Her fingers had left a red print on the switch, and she looked down at her hands, perplexed. Her hands were stained bright red with blood, fresh blood. Her eyes widened as she looked down at her blood-red, trembling hands. She dashed into the bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was drenched in blood, and her face was barely recognizable. Her body was riddled with sharp, deep, and small cuts and her legs were riddled with claw and bite marks. Her senses were filled with the haunting screams of the wolves and warriors, and she shuddered, barely standing straight on her trembling feet. As the buzzing of screams became louder, she covered her ears with her hands, closing her eyes, she collapsed to the ground. As the memories flooded in, she hugged herself and sat on the corner. The memories of her demon form were always vague, and she could never remember them. But today, the demon made her live through the haunting memories. She had a distant look in her eyes as she stared at the bathroom wall, her mind swirling around the burning wolves' screams, their thrashing around on the forest floors, and how he gawked at her demon. The fire caught his hands, burning him, but he didn't take his gaze away from her kept her mind humming. His gorgeous blue eyes looking right at her dark ones traumatized her. A tear rolled down her cheek as she closed her eyes.
• "I hurt him!" she exclaimed to herself.
• "I hurt him!" She wailed, and tears streamed down her face. Only a handful of times did she cry before, a handful of times she was scared but nothing was compared to how scared she was of herself.