Well, that was...
[ for dropping_anvils ]
"Bracing" was the only word I could think of to describe this past weekend.
No, that wasn't quite true. There were lots of words to describe it. Bracing. Unsettling. Surprising. Nauseating. Bizarre. Wrong. They all had some truth to them... but nothing really fit was I was feeling about all that had happened during the past three nights. I mean... what was I supposed to feel? Three nights in a row, I had sprouted all sorts of unsightly body hair in the form of fur, two sets of fangs, and more claws than I cared to count. It didn't take a doctor to diagnose me. I knew exactly what was happening to me.
I just didn't want to believe it.
I called my Aunt Maureen after the second night, figuring that, having woken up in the middle of the woods with no clothes and a substantial amount of blood on me, the situation merited some investigation. After getting through all the niceties and small talk, I discovered that I wasn't the only new werewolf in the family. It didn't take us long to figure out exactly how I got infected. It looked like little cousin Jordy and I had a lot more in common now. At least now neither one of us was in this alone.
Aunt Maureen gave me a few pointers on learning to cope with my new condition, but I wasn't really content to stop there. I wanted to do some research, wanted to find out as much as I could about all these changes I was going through. It was like supernatural puberty. A crummy analogy, but fairly accurate. Just as miserable, just as painful, and just as confusing.
Three nights a month. Three nights a month, I would have to find some way to restrain myself, keep myself locked up so I couldn't get out and do any unnecessary damage. Not that there was any necessary damage to be had. I just... I didn't want to hurt anyone, and it made me sick to know that I already had. That wasn't spaghetti sauce I'd found on my hands and chest that morning, I knew that much.
I was falling asleep in English class again. Three long nights in a row... I was tired. Exhausted, even. Luckily, Ms. Branch is used to me sleeping through her lectures.
Hopefully my nodding off won't raise any questions.
"Bracing" was the only word I could think of to describe this past weekend.
No, that wasn't quite true. There were lots of words to describe it. Bracing. Unsettling. Surprising. Nauseating. Bizarre. Wrong. They all had some truth to them... but nothing really fit was I was feeling about all that had happened during the past three nights. I mean... what was I supposed to feel? Three nights in a row, I had sprouted all sorts of unsightly body hair in the form of fur, two sets of fangs, and more claws than I cared to count. It didn't take a doctor to diagnose me. I knew exactly what was happening to me.
I just didn't want to believe it.
I called my Aunt Maureen after the second night, figuring that, having woken up in the middle of the woods with no clothes and a substantial amount of blood on me, the situation merited some investigation. After getting through all the niceties and small talk, I discovered that I wasn't the only new werewolf in the family. It didn't take us long to figure out exactly how I got infected. It looked like little cousin Jordy and I had a lot more in common now. At least now neither one of us was in this alone.
Aunt Maureen gave me a few pointers on learning to cope with my new condition, but I wasn't really content to stop there. I wanted to do some research, wanted to find out as much as I could about all these changes I was going through. It was like supernatural puberty. A crummy analogy, but fairly accurate. Just as miserable, just as painful, and just as confusing.
Three nights a month. Three nights a month, I would have to find some way to restrain myself, keep myself locked up so I couldn't get out and do any unnecessary damage. Not that there was any necessary damage to be had. I just... I didn't want to hurt anyone, and it made me sick to know that I already had. That wasn't spaghetti sauce I'd found on my hands and chest that morning, I knew that much.
I was falling asleep in English class again. Three long nights in a row... I was tired. Exhausted, even. Luckily, Ms. Branch is used to me sleeping through her lectures.
Hopefully my nodding off won't raise any questions.