Prologue:

"You aren't scared?" He asks, coming closer and closer to me. I step back, but not from being scared. It was from damage. The damage had been done. No one can hurt me like I had been hurt at home. So I just didn't care when I shadow loomed over me.
"Why should I be?" I ask. He shakes his head, and sits down.
"You can't see it?" He asks. I shake my head.
"What am I supposed to see?"
"The scars. The mark that spreads from the bottom of my jaw, and down to my collarbone. I'm a werewolf. And I- I have to do this." He says, before his eyes turn green, and everything goes black.

Meet Clarissa. An average 21 year old who has no idea where she's going in life. Meet Jason. A typical 22 year old, who loves his own company. But when he hears Clarissa crying in the forest, he takes a peak. And he acts immediatly.

Clarissa P.O.V:

If I could get paid for all the times I've cried, i'd be rich. My family didn't care. To them, I was a 21 year old that should have her life sorted out. But I don't. I only just have enough money for my own apartment. The food is slowly running out. I didn't know how long I would have left at life. So I learnt To take each day as it comes. Not stress over something I can't control.

For some reason, the forest was the place that kept me sane. Even if I was  having a bad day, if I went to the forest I would be fine.

It was on a Saturday, that I first saw him. He had brown hair, with blonde streaks running through. He looked around my age. I could tell by the first look of him, that he didn't like people in his personal bubble. I wasn't crying because I was useless. It's because I am useless. Ever since I was 10, I had always had anxiety. I knew the signs. I knew that when everything got to much for me, I would take it out on me. My mum and dad would never understand what it's like to feel pressured to be good enough from their own parents, because they don't talk to them at all anymore.

"Are you- you okay?" He asks, coming closer to me. I roll my eyes.
"Well, I'm crying. And I feel like a piece of Pizza. So no. I'm not okay!"
"Isn't being a pizza a good thing?" He asks. I shake my head.
"Not when your parents expect you to be a pizza with every topping possible." He gives me a sympathetic smile.

He was gradually getting closer, and I knew that I should be scared but i'm not. To me, He was a  stranger, and for all I know he could have a knife in his pocket. But I don't care.

I never thought that a shadow looming over me, was actually  supposed to scare me.
"You aren't scared?" He asks, coming closer and closer to me. I step back, but not from being scared. It was from damage. The damage had been done. No one can hurt me like I had been hurt at home. So I just didn't care when I shadow loomed over me.
"Why should I be?" I ask. He shakes his head, and sits down.
"You can't see it?" He asks. I shake my head.
"What am I supposed to see?"
"The scars. The mark that spreads from the bottom of my jaw, and down to my collarbone. I'm a werewolf. And I- I have to do this." He says, before his eyes turn green, and everything goes black.

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Okay, So I know this is short, but trust me it will get better. Also big shout out to mymuffinman_98 because I sent a message out, and like a minute later, he/she replied. So thanks! Also, I just want to say that I am grateful for everyone of you who follows, votes, comments. Thanks so much!
*Gives everyone a slice of pizza*
~Lily~