Mistake - 26

My heavy eyelids, little by little, opened. Pain shot through my eyes and bounced around my head. I lifted my left hand, but there was a twinge of pain, and something held it down. I was in bed, like a hospital bed type of bed. My left arm was in a sling. My whole body ached. Great, I passed out. “Brook, you’re awake,” Mom said. Her eyes looked red and puffy.

Oh, no. She’d been crying. “Mom, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? You get into a fight with Beth, end up with a dislocated shoulder when you already have a concussion, and you ask me what’s wrong?”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. What were you thinking, Brook? She’s a werewolf. Beth could’ve killed you? And for what? Because she was an idiot?” Mom’s face flushed red, looking torn between bursting into tears and yelling at me some