The Werewolf Boy~

to my queen sized bed with a floral bedding and fall on it face first.

my mind wander as my eyes drift up at the rotatin

ome to terms that there is a poin

away from this godforsaken place, there is nothi

gardless of how I feel about being here, I can't do anything to ease the burdens

ngs for three months and try to enjoy myself as

uppressing my feelings to get over wh

ing here. For years I've tried to reassure myself it was all j

ymore. If anything, it makes me

ome much more sinister than before. And it feels like I'm bar

mbed the pain, but were never capable enough to make my anxiety or the nightmares go away. Because no lie would e

utes and then exit throu

, I look around in complete awe. For a split secon

open floor living room - where mom and aunt are current

rustic ceiling fan hanging from above brings the interior design together, perfecting t

hough there are a few new paintings a

bedroom door all the way to the end of the hallway, w

throughout the house, talking about god knows what, but regardless,

passed away." My aunt sighs, sitting with her le

ly when the news of his death hit the papers. Folks were just too scared to come here. Yo

his won't happen again, which is why I installed the electric fence to keep the animals away. I almost fell into debt because of that darn fence, b

without him, and it still feels

grabbing aunt's hand tende

g over my uncle's death. I can tel

y mauled my uncle. Everything just co

ent through when he passed away. I wish I could've been there for her after he di

at it was a trouble

..." She clea

ol house, dancing classes, a new yoga class up by the canoe shop, which a close employee of mine te

orgot to mention that tomorrow night will be the Summer Formal Celebration held at the recreation center. There wil

d me that you quit ballet a few months ago. May I ask why? If you

s fallen to my gut. I don't know why that was suddenly br

this question, but I wasn't prepared

ome riddled with

It's just that you're such a talented dancer. It

s a pool of tears in mine, b

ballet. It was all

ave changed,

ugh to break the

ust sounds great,

raised brows and a lopsided

tastic summer here, sweetie." She says.

use myself from the conversati

ondiments, sodas, a half-gallon container of orange juice,

half of my size. I trudge closer, and looking through it shows me the wh

majestic thing

a few sloppy sips. My neck tightens as the icy water burns my throat. A few

enly moves from my peripheral vis

er out of it to check if something was out actually th

ra

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ion. Most of which consisted of aunt Jennie and mom talking amo

y aunt bombarded me with questions about my high school life and my plans

omething I need to discuss with your aunt for a minute or two." She turn

ers begin to tremble and shake. I could only see myself,

cially alone, is absolut

keys a little, which finally

owly, eventually grabbin

ards the front door. I then open the door

of time. The air is much cooler now that the sun no longer adores the sky as it did ear

fully hear the majestic melodies of cicadas and frogs croa

ng about being here, it's this. The enc

ing. I had little time to just lounge around and look at na

kin as my dark locks push against its current

of peace becomes hostile as

e, checking if my mom or aunt came to help

owards the sea of tall pine trees befor

a deep breath. This exact sensation of fea

agai

don't hesitate to make an instant B-Line tow

e through my body. I feel like someone's watchi

the truck door shut. Squeezing the strap of a duffle bag against my shoulder, I t

I feel a firm hand g