Bella
I sat on the window ledge, my knees pulled close to my chest, staring outside.
The sky was already turning light.
Daybreak.
An hour had passed since I almost died.
Thirty minutes since Logan and the others left me alone in this room.
"You need to rest," Logan had said.
Rest.
Yeah right.
How was I supposed to rest when every small sound made my heart jump? Every little creak of the building made me spin around like a scared cat.
Every minute, my eyes moved from the window to the door.
Window.
Door.
Window.
Door.
I kept waiting for another killer wolf to crash in and bite my neck off.
God.
I was so scared.
I actually cried.
Like real tears.
Since the day I was born, I had never seen horror like this. Never. This world was crazy. It felt like everyone in it wanted me dead.
I wrapped my arms around myself.
"I just want to go home," I whispered.
My chest hurt.
I thought about my room.
My soft bed.
My quiet nights.
My job.
