I guided Deera to our table and introduced all of my friends, Erin, Shaquina and Darius. They waved and smiled. After lunch had finished, Deera and I headed toward our dorm rooms we stay in. She started growling as we entered the main lobby of the dorms. She spun around and backed away from me, drawing her sword. I grabbed my cross bow and just held it.

"What is wrong, Deera?" I asked her, confused.

"YOU are what is wrong? Why are you so nice to me?" She asked me with a growl.

"I was raised to benice to everyone, including enemies that I make." I said as I pointed my cross bow at her.

"Leave me alone!!" She screeched as she swung her sword and lunged at me.

I went to dodge, but ended up feeling something graze upon my arm. Then, came the trickle down my arm. I looked and saw blood trickle down my arm. I heard Deera sniffing behind me.

"The smell of fresh Unicorn blood runs through your veins." She said with a chuckle.

"That is why I am here, Deera. I am half unicorn and half elf." I said as I looked at her.

She was hunched over with her sword in hand, laughing. She kept laughing until Erin walked in on the scene. Erin ran over to me and looked at Deera. She shook her head and kept her focus on me. Erin started pushing me out the door and closed it in time when Deera jumped toward the door.

"Didn't I tell you NOT to trust her?" Erin asked as she walked with me to the infirmary.

"Yeah, but I believe she can be saved from the dark path." I said as we got to the infirmary and grabbed some gauze wrap.

I came back to life again with eight stripes, and mud caked into my fur. Jared would be looking for me. I’d have to run. I ran forward and the sun came up, turning me back to my human form- and I was naked. Shit. I’d never undergone this transformation outside of my room. Now what? I snuck behind a bush and found a convenient pile of clothing. This wasn’t a coincidence. It was a message. Jared was still after me, after all nine of my lives. I shrugged on the sweatshirt and jeans and ran without knowing where I was going. That was again my downfall, as I fell straight into his trap. A net scooped me up and an axe came towards me. I flinched, but it didn’t hurt as much the second time.

Then a man appears and slices me. Man, I suck at being on the run. I return to life in a fury and swipe at him, but he grabs a gun and shoots me. Pain explodes through my chest, but I lunge forward unhindered. My claws rip through his chest and out of nowhere come my two best friends, Amy and Max. They come forward and the man, with a sick grin, shoots them. I expend my two lives saving them and another getting away from the man. I’m down to a mere two stripes before my final death, all expended in a day. Fucking Hell.

And then, just to rub it in, I fall in love.

Specifically, with a boy by the name of George.

Our relationship was doomed from the beginning, since he wasn't a were-cat and killed me when he found out I was a "freak".

Sigh. Why do I even try to do this shit anymore?

One life left, bitches.