Busted
Busted
Holy shit it's been a long-ass day. Started out looking long and just got worse. Pam got us up at like five in the morning again, which makes no sense since we can both be ready within like fifteen minutes, but she kept fucking bugging us, so it was just easier to listen than to try to go back to sleep. So I dragged my ass, half asleep, I might add, through my morning classes, and went on a bit of a mission at lunch.
I went to find Sam. I needed to talk to him about what he hit when he almost hit us. He, of course, thought I wanted drugs, but I ignored that and went to the point. He wasn't too slow to mock me. He put on a stupid fake accent and pantomimed being interrogated by a cop, a.k.a., me. But he did say that he saw a lycanthrope…so I'm not sure what to think. I don't know if he was just being an ass or if he was partly serious. Not that it matters anyway, there was someone in the back of his van, that he quite obviously didn't know about because he was quite pissed. I dropped the picture in the front of the van and followed him around to the back. Hopefully he'll find it because I still need to talk, I need to find out about this.
Around here my memory gets a little fuzzy for a few minutes because I was so completely pissed off. I mean like blinding rage. Guess who was in the back of the van? One hundred points to whoever said Ginger. And to make it just so much worse, add in McCartney to the mix. Is it so wrong for me to have been angry? All I remember was the van door opening and seeing those two toking a joint and just kind of losing it for a few minutes.
Next thing I remember Trina was there with her stupid dog. The dog freaked out at Ging and started barking and snarling and carrying on at her until she got pissed enough at the stupid thing that she kicked it in the face. Of course Trina was freaking out about that and shit but Ginger just walked off. I followed her and she made a bee-line for the bathroom, which I thought was kinda weird, so I went after her. I didn't know what the hell was wrong, if it was period stuff or if she was high or if it was because of the dog or what exactly. I was ready to explain to her that the dog probably went nuts because of the smell of the pot, but I kept quiet and just paced till I freaked myself out enough that I practically broke the stall door.
Ging was like freaking out, I could see it in her eyes, and even as pissed as I was at her, I was more worried. I asked her what was wrong, and she had hair growing out of the scars from the gashes on her shoulder and chest. I was completely speechless. I mean what do you say to that? I was stupid and blurted out my opinion on the subject, never a good idea. It made sense though. She was bitten on a full moon…her personality was changing…the scars healing…the hair growing…I mean that was just the last straw. But of course, Ginger shot that down like a dead duck. She's so scared, she doesn't understand anything and I mean after that thing…I wouldn't be surprised if she was traumatized forever.
Flash of shining silver fur and malicious yellow eye glaring from the Polaroid shot.
Anyway, she started bleeding again in the stall so I took her down to the nurse's office so that we could find out if she was, you know, okay, like if that much blood was normal. Apparently it was though I don't really see how losing that much blood could be in any way healthy. I even asked about the hair, which in hindsight was stupid because I can guarantee that the nurse wasn't talking about the same hair that I was. I now know a lot more than I ever wanted to though.
So we both have to work to drag ourselves through the end of the day, just to get home and find Pam in a great mood. Never a good sign. Ever. She even made Ginger her favourite dessert and went on and on about how she was growing up and everything. Dad of course looked like he'd rather sink through the floor than listen to what would be coming, but he grinned and bore it until Ginger shot me a look that would have killed me if that were possible, and she stormed off.
She thought that I told Pam. Why the fuck would I tell Pam anything? Especially something like that. I have no fucking idea how Pam even found out about it! But she wouldn't listen. She's always had a really short temper, but this time she was taking it out on me instead of defending me. It really hurt, the things she yelled at me, the barbs she threw. She freaked out because Norman was barking at her and I started in about my lycanthrope theory again and she freaked out further on me, bitching that I was just jealous of her and all that shit. I quite literally told her that I'm sure I'd really rather be "hemorrhaging and hairy and sucking off Jason McCartney" I think were my words. She was a bit surprised at that I think, but she was still pissed off, like worse than she ususally gets, it was really weird. But she stormed off into our room and I just stood there looking like an idiot. I felt so stupid. I still feel stupid. Why did I ever even bring it up in the first place? And why twice in one day? I saw how upset she got at first, yet I still had to bring it up. I was trying to hurt her. Maybe it's me that's changing. Me that was traumatized by that thing in the woods. I don't know anymore, I don't know what to think. Nothing makes sense to me. I just want my sister back.