Kyra

Chapter7

Kyra's eyes faded back to normal, her talons shrunk to fingernails and her teeth returned to normal. She looked at the blood on her hands and at the wound in her arm, her knife fell to the ground now a normal kitchen knife. "oh gods.." she took a shaky step back, her frightened eyes trained on Makayla's dead body. "what did i do..." she whispered and ran out of the forest as fast as she could.

She stopped at the sidewalk in front of her house, her broken arm hurt with every move and the gash in her arm and side still bled creating a thin trail of blood. Dots swam in her eyes, she was getting lightheaded from the loss of blood. The last she saw was the ground racing toward her.

Kyra woke in a small hospital room, her arms were bandaged and her side was stitched up. The blood was washed from her hands and she wore a short-sleeved hospital gown. She took a shaky breath waiting for the room to stop spinning. A nurse entered holding a glass of water, setting it on the table next to her bed " drink this and get some rest" she smiled at Kyra and exited the room.

She slowly sat up and the lights flickered off "uhh...sure" she shrugged and layed back down. She heard the glass shatter on the floor and she looked up into the eyes of a cat. The cat grinned in a creepy way. "umm...hello" the cat jumped down and disappeared under the bed. she shuddered and let herself fall asleep.

She woke to find a small box sitting on the table, the glass and water cleaned up. she blinked in confusion and picked it up. she slowly sat up and opened it to find her knife and a grey sleeveless button up dress with black tights and simple black shoes. a nurse knocked on the door and she quickly hid the box, smiling at the nurse who peeked through the now half opened door "you still doing good Kyra? your father is coming to pick you up today" she closed the door quietly.

Kyra panicked, she couldnt let her father take her after killing that girl. she stood up quickly and put on the dress, tights, and shoes. They fit her perfectly. She grabbed her knife and used some thick string to hang it around her waist. Kyra slowly opened the door, she looked for any nurses, thankfully there wernt any. The cat stood by a door farther down the hall. She stepped out slowly walking up to the smiling cat.

The cat lead her up to the back door and opened it with a paw, it ran out dissapearing as quickly as it appeared. Kyra walked out just as her father pulled up at front. She took a deep breath and ran as fast as she could back home to find mom.