Thoughts of a Werewolf
By: bansheekk
Summer bites.
Yeah, that's really all there is to it. I mean, what moron made the rule that students can't stay at school during the summer holidays anyway? It's not like I'm wanted back home.
I'm sick and tired of them staring at me, like I'm going to bite them and drink their blood or something. I don't drink blood. It's not like I'm a vampire. I just have the tendency of wanting to bite people once a month, just for the fun of it. That's basically it. No blood included.
How come we can stay at school during Christmas and Easter, but not in the summer? It's not like anything important happens in the summer, contrary to Christmas, with presents and all that. Summer is just ordinary, no fun, at all.
The summer holiday bites. I'll bite the summer any day. And it would only be summer once a month. Yeah, great plan. Bite the summer. Like that's possible. Summer isn't an object you prat, as if you actually could bite it. Idiot.
See what I have to put up with? I'm going crazy here. Talking to myself. At school I at least act normal, here I'm just plain mad. They are doing this to me, keeping me here, afraid I'm gonna attack. It's been like this since I first got bitten. So they send me off to school, something they said they'd never do. But that was all before the great bite. When they cared for me, protected me, loved me. Now they think locking me in is the best way to protect me. The love just disappeared. They didn't want to send me away. They wanted me to be home schooled. I was too precious to send away they said. That's was all before.
So I guess the bite was the worst but also the best thing that could ever have happened to me. Not only did I become a beast once a month, but I lost my family too.
But I got a new one.
One that looked past my illness, one that stood by me during my problems, one that protected me, supported me, and saw me as an equal human being.
In the summer I seem to forget them, my friends. This room makes me forget everything positive in my life. I lose my happiness. Not that I'm not used to it. This is the fifth summer I'm locked up in this room. Each time has been worse than the other.
It takes time you know, to recover. It's hard to come back to school and act as everything is as usual. They say I'm not allowed to tell anyone. They want me to act as everything is ok. And I try to, not because they say so, but because I don't want anybody to know. My friends would have helped me, without a doubt. But they think my parents treat me right and care for me. It they had known...
I don't want them to pity me.
I don't need more pity.
