My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Faint memory

Three days passed. I went back to school as usual. Mom had banned me from school and had even asked for a cute one week from my homeroom. But I don't want to. Sitting at home all day can do anything is very boring. Just for a meal, I bothered to bring her to my room. I wasn't even allowed to get out of my bed. It's quite excessive, I just hurt in the abdomen not my hands or feet. Ha... I can't break my mother, but I don't want to stay in bed either. My feet might be numb.

My friends asked me why I had permission a few days before? I can't possibly tell them the real incident, right? And even the wounds I suffered, I didn't tell them either. I told them I was sick, even if they didn't believe me at first. But after seeing the look on my face that was paler than usual. Then they believed my words. This reason I also use on Perchye.

I can't remember anything that happened after I lost consciousness during practice. Somehow, suddenly I was in bed and had this wound. There was a faint memory that plagued me after the rumination. I dreamt that I drowned in the river. My body feels very weak with energy, even to keep my eyelids open is very heavy. Water so cold doesn't feel on my skin. I'm just pasra. Is this the end? Can't I see my mom again? In the darkness of the river I saw the shadow of someone swimming towards me.

"Dad, is that you?"

I tried to open my mouth, asking the figure. I don't think he can hear me. As his hand touched my body and began to embrace it, there was a familiar feeling that was so strong I felt. I know that he's not my father. From the size of the body I can make sure that his age is not much different from mine. His face I can't see clearly. There are traits that make me unable to forget them. Those charming red eyes.

In the darkness of the river only red eyes that is very clear I see. The most beautiful eye color I've ever met. I'm not sure if this is a dream? or some of my memories are missing? Mom didn't even tell me how I got this wound. Ha... Never mind. Maybe it was a dream. I don't have to think too much about it.

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"Sherina..."

Sound of voices calling me. I can't be sure who just said my name. This room only had one small lamp, and it was right above my head. The smell in this room is also strange, a little rancid and moist.

"Sherina..."

The voice sounded again. Such a heart-wrenching voice came from the corner of the room right in front of me. I narrowed my eyes to see who it was. All I saw was the spirit of a woman. His body is transparent. He was wearing ragged caping clothes, dull full of dust.

"Who are you?" just be careful with that spirit.

He didn't answer, just stuck there. It didn't last long, and suddenly the woman darted quickly towards me. It was so close that the cold aura emanating from it felt piercing to the bone. His dark black eyes really gave me goosebumps. I can't go anywhere, right behind me there's a wall in the way.

"Give body! I need your body!" the shrill screams from the spirit broke the silence.

He tried to take over my body. Of course I refused it. There's no way I'm just giving up my body. The spirit attacked me with its sharp, blackened nails. I was as strong as I could avoid his attack.

"No!! Stay away from me!"

"Rin's up," mom's shaking my body.

"Go!! Don't bother me! Get out of here!" I'm still delirious and thrashing.

"Rin. No one's messing with you, "mommy's shaking's getting stronger makes me realize.

"Huh?! Whahuh? What's going on?" I was in a daze, my eyes didn't stop glancing around. Cold sweat washed all over my body. I control my intermittent breathing. It felt like I had just finished running hundreds of meters. I tried to sit with my mother's help. The wound in my stomach still hurts when I move. Is this weird enough? I often had small cuts or moderate wounds, but they all healed quickly and left no marks. But this wound... It's been over a week, and it still hurts.

"What's up, baby. You're having nightmares again?" mother asked as she gently rubbed my head and tidied the strands of hair that covered my face.

"The same dream" I replied with a hug. My breathing is still irregular.

"You'd better take a shower, get ready for school."

"Yes" I went from the bed to the bathroom. The cold water was really cool this morning.

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"What's wrong? Rin's having nightmares again?" reprove her husband.

"Ha... It's been six times this week" Cloey said.

"The same dream?"

"Yes. Rin was always delirious while saying Margaret's name."

"Margaret? His name sounded familiar, "Derek tried to remember the name.

"I also feel like I've heard that name, but I don't remember where."

"It must be related to his past memories. How do we follow Mr. Guttman to take Rin to that place? Maybe it could help restore Rin's memory and also stop her nightmares?"

"Is this gonna work?"

"At least try."

...________________________First-person pandan angle...

I didn't know that mom had called Mrs. Smith to ask for a few days off. I just found out when my mom and dad took the initiative to take me to school. The path taken by the verse does not lead to school but instead leads out of town. Of course I'm confused. When I asked, my mother explained that today we will stay at an inn that is on the mountain. Hm... What was the event that my parents dragged me to the mountain?

It took 2 ½ hours to reach the destination. The location of this inn is located at the foot of the mountain, quite remote from the local city. The car left the city. Houses are dwindling in number, replaced by trees. On the left and right side there were only towering trees. The car passed by just one or two just passed us. From behind the window I could see squirrels jumping here and there through interconnected branches. The birds do not want to lose. They chirped with a faint voice following the sound of the wind.

15 Minutes through the forest, finally arrived at the destination. A simple two-story inn plus a loft, with a spacious courtyard. The car stopped at the parking lot. I came out feeling sore from sitting too long. I helped mom get out the luggage that I don't know when it was prepared. We stepped into the building made of wood.The classic interior and exterior welcomed us. The spacious hall with chandeliers adorning its ceiling is brightly lit.

This inn is managed by a couple. There were no other visitors in sight other than those who greeted us cordially. The two men seem to have known each other for a long time. Seen from their cool conversation. I just kept quiet, of course because I don't remember who the two people were and also the topic of their conversation didn't catch my attention. We were invited to tour the inn. On the left side there is a kitchen and also a dining room with a separate round table. There are single and individual hot spring baths at the inn's back. There is also a library in the attic to the right of the building. The other room is the room.

This hotel is not many visitors. Maybe because it is not a holiday so the brand does not provide additional waiters. There were only a few people staying. A man in his 30s who occupied a room on the upper floor. A couple of lovers occupied a room on the second floor. I didn't know they were married or not? I don't think it's because their rooms are separate. And a small family with their 6-year-old son. Girl is jolly and always curious.

My room is located on the second floor facing directly into the mountains. I could feel the cold air coming down from that high peak as I opened the window. My parents' room is right next to mine. The things that my mother had prepared before I left them in the suitcase, I didn't arrange them. I was too lazy to do it. I lay my body on the soft bed of this inn.

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