Last Life (Part 2)

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.