Bite Me.

I woke up gasping for air. I sat up in a hurry and choked to catch my breath. Inhaling rapidly, I realized that it was all just a dream. It was horrible, there was so much blood…the screams…it all seemed so real. I could feel the bite as if it had really happened. I looked down to my arm, startled to see a red bite mark. I lightly ran my fingertips over it as I took a deep breath. “What the…” My sentence trailed off. It was hard to keep my eyes open. Was I still dreaming? I touched it again and this time it sent a tingle down my spine. My fingers barely touched the wound, and immediately a jolt of pain shot through my arm. “Ah, shit!” I tried to keep my voice low. “Ow.” I looked at it confused. How had this even happened? Was that really a dream after all? I tried hard to figure out what had happened, but the last thing I remembered was going out to dinner with my mom and little brother. I touched it again, my fingertips brushing softly against the red wound, the sudden pain returning. It felt hot, like it was on fire. I shook my head. This just didn’t make sense. Finally, I felt my eyes begin to close as I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to the warm sunlight streaming in on my face. I yawned, stretching my arms up into the air. I sat up slowly, remembering last night. I looked at my left arm. The bite had turned from a pink irritation to a purple and deep red bruise. I poked it once more and the pain was unbearable. I sighed and got out of bed then began walking to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and ran a hand through my tangled hair. Man, I was a mess. Even then, I still looked decent. My silky chestnut brown hair was shiny and clean, my brilliant blue eyes shone bright, and my relatively pale skin glowed slightly in the light. I smiled and leaned forward to open the medicine cabinet. I reached in and moved over the toothpaste and other hygienic items to find a box of band-aids: empty. I groaned and fumbled around the medicine cabinet to find a box of Batman bad-aids. I sighed and closed my eyes, then picked up the box and pulled one out. It was nearly impossible to put the band-aid on my wound because of the pain, but I did it. I winced as it touched my skin. “Ah.” I grunted and closed my eyes. “Ouch.” I pressed it down and rubbed it on. “Ah. Ow. Jesus.” I closed my eyes. “Ah…”

I walked down the hallway at school in a daze; passing my friends, not saying a word. The pain was getting worse. I grabbed my arm and bit my lip in an attempt to choke down my tears. I hurried to class and tried to suck it up. With each second the pain increased. I tried as hard as I could not to cry. “Come on Nicole, you can do it…” I muttered to myself in an attempt to convince myself that everything was okay and I could make it through the day.

I pressed my pencil down hard onto my paper as I wrote. I looked up as Mr. Williams began to speak. His voice was loud, but slightly soothing in my time of need. He had the kind of voice that you could listen to all day, no matter what he had to say. He had the kind of voice that you would want to read you a book. He had that sort of fairy tale voice that was incredibly comforting for some reason.

“Okay class, I think it’s just about time to-” His sentence was cut off by a bloodcurdling scream. His eyes were wide with fear and surprise. “What was that? Or...who,” Mr. W. said with a concerned look on his face as he drifted toward the door. “Hold on class, one moment please.” He opened the door and peered out. Taking a step forward, he looked around. By now he was completely out of our vision; he had closed the door. Everybody started yelling and freaking out. Their voices seemed to get louder and louder. Finally I yelled out, “Everybody, just shut up! Jesus!” To my surprise, it worked.

We all sat and listened for some kind of answer to what was happening. I sat and watched the clock. After 2 minutes and 47 seconds we finally heard something. There was a muffled screeching sound, then silence. Then, a scream. It was Mr. Williams; his voice wasn’t hard to recognize. Everybody gasped, except me. The fear and tension screamed out as we all sat in our seats, knowing that something horrible was happening. Serena Stone got up to the door to see what had happened. She looked through the opaque glass above the wooden part of the door.

“Oh my god!” Serena gasped, turning around and putting her hands to her face, covering her eyes. At that point, everybody stood up and ran over to see what she had seen. I just sat in my chair, silent. I had known this was going to happen. I already knew what was going on. I took my band-aid off and looked at the bite. “It’s real…” I muttered under my breath. I closed my eyes and touched my wound, feeling the fiery pain build up. I opened my eyes again.

“What?” Mike Nodson looked at me with an expression I would never forget: a combination of true fear and concern. “What the hell are you mumbling about Nicole?” I kept my head down and my mouth shut. I could feel his eyes on me. After a minute I felt all 27 sophomore eyes surrounding me. I felt my words get caught in my throat. All I could say was one word:

“Run.”

The door came crashing down as a jock we all knew as Trevor Stern came stumbling in. There was blood on his whole body and a chunk of flesh bitten out of his neck. His eyes were glazed over and he looked stone cold. His skin had begun to develop a greenish tint. Serena was closest to the door; he pushed her to the ground and we all watched him eat her alive. The screams were terrifying and ear-piercing. We all felt the tears fall down our cheeks as our bodies shook with fear.

This was it.