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Chapter 16
Stiles
I couldn't turn my eyes back to normal, they just continued to glow red and purple. I couldn't stop from growling either. There was only one Spring Heeled Jack I knew out there, only one that would make himself known to me.
So I knew it was him.
There was only one that would be cocky enough to launch itself at me, but run the moment he saw I wasn't alone.
But it was hard not to recognise the thing that... No, I couldn't think about that now!
Growling even more, I had to push my slowly growing claws into the palms of my hand, trying to keep from turning. But it wasn't working like it usually did. The pain that usually kept me sane wasn't working.
I needed something bigger, something more...just more!
I could feel my half-wolf-half-fox ears start to sprout on the top of my head, I could feel my fox tail start to grown out from my tail bone. My fangs had reappeared without my noticing, pushing at my lower lip, which was most likely bleeding now.
I was shaking. Shaking because I was trying not to turn. Shaking because I felt so guilty. Shaking because I was furious! Shaking because this was one more fucker I was going to have to worry about!
The growling became louder as what little control I had started to slip. The metallic smell of blood became stronger as my claws continued to sharper.
But then a hand was on my shoulder.
I flinched at first, but I froze as soon as I realised that I was slowly going back to normal, I was slowly going back to being human.
No one had ever been able to do that before... And no one should be able to, unless they were...no. No, that couldn't be possible... I was going to have to read into this...
Taking a deep breath, I turned around, finding Derek standing directly behind me, frowning a little. It couldn't be possible...
"Stiles?" Derek asked, quietly, calmly.
Sighing, I leaned back against the wall, nodding a little. Derek stepped away, but he was still rather close, so I could see everyone else.
"What was it?" Isaac – oh, the innocent little pup – questioned, leaning further into Danny's side.
"Spring Heeled Jack." I spat. "I'm telling you now, that bastard has to be ripped apart, so I swear to God..."
"How do you know what it is?" Danny asked. "You didn't even look it up."
Rolling my eyes a little, I left the living room, sprinting up the stairs, paying no attention to the pain in my back.
"Where is it?" I muttered to myself. "Where is it?"
This is what bugged me about having to unpack: I couldn't find anything. I mean, I had hidden them so the others wouldn't find them, but now they knew what I was there wasn't much point in hiding them.
But I just needed to find where they were...
I had looked everywhere. In every draw, on ever shelf, in every box... There was nowhere else it could be.
Unless...
Mentally kicking myself, I dropped to the floor by the bed, reaching under it. It had to be there, it was the only place left. When I couldn't feel it, I pretty much slithered underneath it, the upper half of my body disappearing into the darkness.
"There you are." I grinned, pulling the box towards me as I heard footsteps reach the door.
Pushing myself back out from under the bed, I tried not to hit my head on it – that happened once... I made sure I was all the way out before I sat up, dragging the box, to my side as I leant against the side of the bed.
I was going to get up, so I could take the box back downstairs, but the Pack had decided that where we were was a fine place for me to tell them about this jerk.
"Look, I'll let the book tell you about this guy first, that way there will be less of a chance that I'll turn." I told them, digging out the right book and flipping to the right page. "Then I will tell you how I know him."
I placed the book down in front of them all, the group of ten reading it in two groups of four and one group of two. I already knew every word on that page... I read it so many times before that it was practically engrained in my memory:
One of the most curious and persistent of all paranormal creatures is Spring Heeled Jack. Reports of his existence date back to the early 19th century in Sheffield, England, and he has been reported on and off in England and the US as recently as 1995. A similar apparition, called "La Viuda," or "the widow" was reported in Chile in the 1940s and 50s, though he seemed to have been motivated by theft as much as mischief. And while a decent case can be made that the legend of Spring Heeled Jack is nothing more than a series of cruel hoaxes, it would represent a conspiracy of impressive scope and durability. And while his story changes from source to source, it goes something like this…
In 1808, a letter to the editor of the Sheffield Times recounted how "Years ago a famous Ghost walked and played many pranks in this historic neighbourhood." The writer went on to identify this entity as the "Park Ghost or Spring Heeled Jack," and briefly described its ability to take enormous leaps and frighten random passers-by, but concluded, "He was a human ghost as he ceased to appear when a certain number of men went with guns and sticks to test his skin."
Spring Heeled Jack would often go underground when the going got too rough, and he often un-chivalrously pitted himself against women. In 1837, SHJ appeared to Polly Adams and two other women outside Blackheath Fair. With iron tipped fingers, he tore the blouse off of Adams and scratched her stomach before bounding into the darkness. According to some accounts, Adams described her assailant as "Devil-like," and according to others, she described him as a "pop-eyed" nobleman-perhaps Henry de la Poer Beresford, Marquis of Waterford. When in 1838, the Lord Mayor, Sir John Cowan publicized this and other assaults, he was besieged by letters by citizens who had suffered similar incidents but were too sheepish to make them public. Vigilante groups were formed to apprehend Jack, but he was quick, could leap over hedgerows and walls, and evaded them easily. After a while, the countryside attacked ended, the matter was dropped, and nobody was prosecuted.
But later that year as Lucy Scales (or "Squires") and her sister walked home on a London street, Jack jumped out of the shadows and spat blue flames in her face, temporarily blinding her, then retreated into the darkness. This attack and others were widely reported by the press, so when Jane Alsop heard a knock at the door and the words, "I'm a police officer-for God's sake, bring me a light, for we have caught Spring Heeled Jack in the lane!" she ran outside eager to assist. She handed a candle to the tall, thin man standing at the gate, but though he wore a helmet and cloak like a police officer, when he took the light and drew it toward himself, Alsop could see he was wearing tight white oilskin clothing and had glowing red eyes. He spat blue and white flames at her, then pinning her head under one arm, began to tear at her face, neck, and clothing with his icy claws.
Alsop's sister, hearing screams, ran outside and dragged Jane into the house. Spring Heeled Jack waited at the door, and knocked several times, then fled when the help the girls called for finally arrived. He easily eluded them, but dropped his cape. It was picked up by an accomplice who also got away. Witnesses reported seeing Jack leaping from rooftop to rooftop, and even climbing a church steeple, throughout the rest of the year. He also tried the same trick he pulled on Jane Alsop, but the servant boy on the other side of the door called out for help and Jack left.
Then there were no Spring Heeled Jack sightings for an entire year; and for a while after that, they were sporadic and occurred mostly in the country. In 1842, prime suspect Marquis of Waterford married, settled in Ireland, and reportedly led and exemplary life. However, starting in 1843, a wave of Jack attacks occurred all over England, the most serious being the 1845 murder of thirteen year old prostitute Maria Davis.
Waterford died in 1859 when he was well into his sixties, but the attacks themselves did not abate. If anything, Jack became bolder. All through the 1870s, he slapped the faces of army sentinels with his clammy hand, jumped onto their sentry boxes, then bounced into the countryside. Townspeople shot at him and set traps, but SHJ laughed demoniacally and escaped every time. In pulp fiction, Jack was transformed from the villain to the hero who emerges from the darkness just in time to save the defenceless young maiden, or whatever. His popularity was such that the market was flooded with penny dreadfuls which exaggerated and distorted what facts were available to the writers, who fabricated many others. His story was even conflated into that of Jack the Ripper.
Spring Heeled Jack was seen leaping up and down the streets and rooftops of Liverpool in 1904, then disappeared from England for close to seventy years. By that time, however, he had become notorious in the US. Jack's American visits were first reported in Louisville, KY in July of 1880. There, he was described as tall, having pointed ears, long nose and fingers, and was clad in a cape, helmet, and shiny uniform. He accosted women, tore at their clothing, and emitted flames from a blue light on his chest.
Between 1938-1945, he made dozens of appearances in the Cape Cod area of Massachusetts, though there he reportedly belched flames rather than ejecting them from his chest. In Provincetown, which I gather has seen no end of strange things; his leaping forced pedestrians off the pavement of a busy street. When a dog cornered him, the animal's owner blasted Jack with a shotgun, but "the darned thing just laughed and jumped my eight foot fence in one leap," the man told police.
A shadow was seen crossing a Houston lawn in 1953 by three people, who looked up to see a man bounce into a pecan tree. They described the man as either having wings or wearing tight clothes and a cape, being tall, and "encased in light." A moment later, he "just melted" into the darkness. Then a swooshing noise was heard over the rooftops, apparently made by a bright, torpedo like object.
During the 1970s, Jack returned in both England and the US. In 1973 family in Sydney, NC reported a gaunt, long haired man with pointed ears and glowing red eyes, taking leaps they estimated at 50 or 60 feet. In 1979, more than a dozen residents of Plano, TX saw a creature, described as ten feet tall with pointed ears, cross a football field with just a few strides-like those taken by an astronaut on the moon.
Back in Sheffield, residents of Attercliffe began to complain about a red eyed "prowler" who grabbed women and punched men. Other witnesses saw him bounding between rooftops, and walking down the sides of walls. As in the old days, a group of armed men (police this time) chased and nearly trapped him, but he vanished into thin air and disappeared from the area.
Years later, in 1986, a former British army officer named Marshall was in South Herefordshire riding (presumably on a bicycle) on a quiet country road near the Welsh border. Motion in the fields to his left drew his attention, and he was astonished to see a man leaping over hedgerows in a single bound. The man reached the road and slapped Marshall hard enough to knock him to the ground and leave a red handprint on his face for hours.
The most recent record of a Spring Heeled Jack type creature comes from an elementary school in West Surry. Children only see him there, but they describe him as "all black, with red eyes and had a funny all in one white suit with badges on it." They also said he could run as fast as a car, and would approach dark haired children and tell them, "I want you."
Yeah, a lot of reading, I know. Especially for that douche.
After they had all finished reading, everyone turned to me. Now I just had to stay calm. Of course, it was then that I realised that Derek had strategically placed himself next to me. Taking a deep breath, I stared down at the book that had been placed into the centre of our group again.
"When I was nine, a year before my mom died, I was visiting family." I told them, quietly. "I was at the park with my cousins, aunts and uncles; it was what we always did. I was had run after the soccer ball one of my cousins had kicked a little too far when this guy with a helmet came up to me and said those three little words that you read last in that book."
I didn't look up; I didn't want to see the pity in the eyes of those who had guessed the end of my story.
"I picked up the ball and ran, hoping that my wolfy-foxy speed would be enough to get me away from him, even at a young age." I continued. "In the end he gave up on me. I didn't know how fast he was, or how high he could jump, until then, since by the time I got back to where my cousins and aunts and uncles were... Well, he had killed them all. Used his blue flame breath and sliced them all open."
I let out a shaky breath, curling my hands into fists, trying to stay calm, even as the images flashed through my mind.
"I was left there, screaming and crying, trying to get them to wake up, getting their blood all over me. The police were called, and they took me to the station so I could wait for my mom and dad to pick me up." I finished. "The youngest one that died that day was only a few months older than me. That is, of course, if you don't count the child that was two months away from being born. And it was all my fault."
Derek and I went back to training the next day, after school. He had used the awesome wolfy take-pain-away power to, well; take the pain in my back away. It was lovely!
"Are you going to listen to me this time?" he huffed, shrugging out of his shirt.
"Yes, now can we get on with this, please?" I sighed. "I promise I'll be a good little boy and follow the Alpha's every order."
"Enough of the sass."
"You don't control me."
Derek, honest to God, had to take a minute to calm down. It surprised me really. Back in Dallas, with dad and Zane, they just took their anger out on me, never taking a minute to calm themselves down at all.
It was a welcomed change, but it was so strange to get used to.
Once he had calmed down, we did exactly what we had done before. Fight until I got frustrated with myself or until Derek said stop.
Even though I always wanted to carry on after he said to take a break, I remembered the pain that shot through me when the cabinet fell on my back.
"I'm sorry for kind of destroying this place on Saturday." I said, looking around the training room during one of our breaks.
Whilst I had been out cold, the wolves had righted the place, fixing anything that had been broken, picking things up... If I hadn't been otherwise occupied, then I would have lent a hand...
"It wasn't your fault." Derek grumbled, grabbing a bottle of water.
"Oh, yeah, because using my foxy magic to create a wind in an enclosed space wasn't my fault." I muttered, sarcastically.
Next thing I knew? My back was having a very nice first meeting with the wall.
I saw it coming, so it didn't surprise me that Derek had done it, or that he was snarling in my face. It didn't even hurt!
"Will you shut up!" Derek growled. "I have better things to do than to listen to you hate yourself! Now, I said I would train you. And I will. I just won't put up with your self-loathing shit!"
As best I could, I raised my hands in a sign of surrender, not letting out any snarky comments that were burning my tongue.
I knew how to pick my battles.
Derek was in a rather foul mood all day really. He was glaring at everything and everyone. Whenever I asked someone, they would just shrug and say 'that's Derek'. But this was a complete contrast to the Derek I had known before.
But then I had only known him for almost two months, whilst these people had known him for years... And I should know that people can change dramatically.
But I couldn't help but feel that something was wrong.
I shook my head when that thought came across my mind, instead heading upstairs to the room I had been given.
For some reason, that room had started to become a place I enjoyed being. It was quiet, had a few items that belonged to me, it was spacious... It was a nice place. And no one really came in unless they knocked and you let them in – though some just settled for knocking and walking in.
Walking in myself, I couldn't help but give a little smile. This was actually mine. It was mine, even if I couldn't say it.
Sure, I had a room back at my dad's house, in Dallas. But it stopped being mine the moment I got the courage to tell my father I preferred the same sex. It stopped being mine the moment he started beating me. It stopped being mine the moment he started to leave me chained in the basement some days.
But now I had one again. A space to call my own. I didn't know how to react to that...
Letting out a small breath, I pushed the door to – not closing it – and went over to the desk. My art supplies – kindly provided by Alpha Sourwolf – were set up on the top, some in the draws. The window it faced gave me a wonderful view of the forest, letting me watch the wind softly blow through the trees, or see the sun break through the small gaps between the leaves.
This had to be my favourite spot in the whole room – aside from the nice, comfy bed.
It was nice to be able to look out of the window as I thought about what to draw, or what colour to use, or something. It was calming to just look out and find inspiration.
I guess that sounds weird, huh? But it was true. It helped. It also helped that the people I lived with gave me something to base my drawings on.
Picking up my pencil, I put the sharp point to the paper and started dragging it lightly; making faint lines that would soon take form into people. And now that I had some rather large canvases – again, kindly provided by Alpha Sourpants – I could start on the idea I had for a while. The one that I couldn't do until I had something larger to draw on.
I grabbed one of the canvases, placing it on the floor – it was too big for the desk – grabbing my 4H artist pencil. Now that Derek had taken the pain out of my back, I was able to bend down or lean over things, meaning I could actually get started on this.
I just hoped it would look good.
The next day – Wednesday 6th – I was just leaving art, heading towards Chemistry.
Since starting the project back in October, on the fifteenth – so twenty two days ago, I had gotten four drawings outlined. I still had six more to do, and that wasn't including the writing for the middle. But, getting that done in only thirteen lessons. And it didn't have to be handed in for a couple more months.
I was feeling good about my project though, it was turning out better than I had hoped so far. I mean, it was looking great, even if I did say so myself.
I was to busy thinking about my art work that I didn't notice anyone in front of me...well, until I walked into them, that is. The collision sent both of us to the ground, but luckily nothing was lost or scattered across the floor.
"Sorry, I..." I started, as I stood up.
"Don't be sorry, Hot Stuff." Gabriel's voice chuckled. "You can run into me any time."
Groaning quietly, I rolled my eyes. Of course it would be this asshole.
"Stop with those God awful names." I growled. "You call me Stiles, and that is it."
"Stiles!" I heard Isaac call.
Seriously, Isaac was awesome! This was the second time he's helped me out, and this time he didn't even realise it!
The pup bounded over to me, lifting his backpack higher onto his shoulder. He was grinning, as always, and pulling Danny behind him. They both stood there, next to me, Gabriel in front of us... Hopefully this meant the ass would turn around and leave.
"You coming to chemistry?" Isaac asked, still smiling. "You know Harris won't hesitate to put you in detention for a week if you're late."
"I'd be lucky if it was just a week." I sighed. "Why did they even let him become a teacher?"
"We all have our own theories." Danny chuckled. "Now, come on. We don't want to be late."
Grinning, I made to follow Isaac and Danny as the two started to walk off hand in hand. Of course, it wouldn't be that easy to get away from Gabriel now, would it?
No.
Instead, he decided to follow me and carry on talking.
"So, can I have your number, Lover Boy?" Gabriel smirked, walking too close for comfort.
"Haven't got a phone." I muttered, putting at least a foot between us, walking faster. "And seriously, stop with the names."
I almost ran to catch up with Isaac and Danny.
After school, everyone pulled up to the house at the same time. And, of course, the topic of conversation was Gabriel and me. Isaac and Danny had decided that telling Scott and Jackson was the best thing to do. That, in turn, meant it was spread to the girls and Boyd...
So, now they all decided that it was only fair to go on and on and on and on about it. I was not amused.
"Will you guys just leave it?" I sighed, walking through the front door as fast as I could. "It's nothing!"
"Nothing?!" Erica shrieked. "This is so not nothing! He's one of the hottest guys in school and he's talking to you!"
"I don't care!"
"What's this?" Derek huffed, appearing from the living room with Peter.
Rolling my eyes, I dumped my backpack on the stairs, before sitting on the second one myself. I rested my elbows on my knees, bending forward slightly. Thanks to Derek and the awesome werewolf take-pain-away powers, my back was great!
"Just some guy that can't take a hint and fuck off." I said. "He keeps talking to me, standing way too close, and I don't like it.
"You should make friends!" Scott laughed.
"God knows you need more than just us." Jackson muttered – earning an elbow to the ribs from Lydia.
Groaning, I rubbed my hands over my face, dragging them down my cheeks, while shaking my head.
"I'm good, thanks." I told them.
"Well, make a boyfriend then." Danny suggested.
"I don't date. I'm content to be alone. With my forty cats. Wait, no! I hate cats, cats hate me. Make that forty dogs. Dogs love me."
It was late that night when the eleven of us, plus Chris Argent, were out in the forest, looking for Spring Heeled Jack. We were the only ones that knew what we were dealing with and the only ones who could deal with it. We were the only ones for the job.
I had explained to the wolves what the scent was like: something burning, metal and blood.
It was a horrible smell, especially when you had heightened senses... I shuddered just thinking about it.
"So, why is this guy after you?" Chris asked, as we all moved through the trees.
"To finish the job?" I shrugged. "I'm not to sure and, to be honest, I don't care. I just want it dead."
I guess Peter and Derek knew what it was like, losing your family and wanting revenge. Well, I assumed the fire was started by someone and not an accident. Not that I asked. I did want my throat in one piece.
"Do me one favour though, guys?" I said. "Only wound it. I want to tear it apart."
Now, it was easy finding the bastard... The hard part was trying to inflict some damage. Like, seriously, it would jump over us and into the trees, dropping behind us.
I had warned everyone about the blue flame, so they knew not to let it get close enough to breathe on them.
But it was harder to keep an eye on the douche and keep him in front of us, when he was using his super-ass powers.
At this point, Allison and Chris were the only ones left looking human. The rest of us had turned – I was in my half and half state, Derek in his Alpha. It was strange seeing the wolves in their werewolfy forms, especially Derek gone full wolf. The only people I had seen like it was my mom and me... It was kind of nice to know that I was only half the freak I thought I was – because of my foxy-fox.
A few of us did get in a few swings, Allison hit it a couple of times with her crossbow... But overall? Well, overall it got away, but not before leaving us all a little present.
We didn't realise until – human – Derek started to collapse. Since I was the closest, I rushed forward to keep him upright.
One look to everyone else was all I needed to tell them we needed to get back to the house.
Since I was the one keeping Derek standing and I was the only one who knew about this asshole, I was the one that was given the job of helping Derek clean up. It was a silent delegation that was given to me by the wolves, but I knew it was going to be me.
So, I got Derek up the stairs and into the bathroom, getting him to sit on the, closed, toilet seat. I helped him take off his shirt, since the wound was on his stomach, making sure that I didn't hurt him in the process. I mean, just because he was being grumpy lately didn't mean he deserved to be in pain.
Along his stomach were five claw marks, dragging from the left side of his chest to his right hip. They would heal over and not scar in no time, but it would take a short while before that happened.
After running a dark cloth under some water, I held it up so Derek could see it. Again, I didn't want him ripping my throat out because I had hurt him. He nodded once before I put the wet cloth to his skin, clearing up the blood stuck to his skin, carefully going over the wounds.
The only sounds that Derek made were these quite grunts, and – occasionally – these little whimpering sounds. Both my wolf and fox whined at me, telling me to do something to stop his pain, to help him. This was the first time, ever since my mom died, that they had done that. They hadn't done that for anybody else before, not even my dad back when he was an alright guy...
I really need to read up about this.
When I noticed that he had stopped bleeding and that the blood had been cleaned off of him, I grabbed the bandage off of the side and wrapped it around his torso, pulling it tight. Once it was in place and I made sure it would hold, I packed the bandages back into the first aid kit and threw the cloth into the hamper, while Derek threw his t-shirt into the bin in one easy throw.
"Thank you." he mumbled before starting to walk out of the bathroom.
Of course he made it halfway before he started to fall again.
It was a good thing I was quick.
I helped Derek get into his room, this being the first time I had seen it. It looked a lot like mine actually, the only difference being there were no desk and no picture on his bedside table.
I helped the Alpha wolf sit down on the edge of the bed, grabbing the clothes chucked at the end and passed them to him. I guess it was a good thing that he could get changed by himself.
"Thank you." I heard as I made my way out of Derek's room. "Again."
Saturday 9th November, I was sitting downstairs, in the living room, sketching again. It was one of my new sketch pads, the ones with all my drawings of the Pack and my mom. I was alone, since everyone else was still asleep.
I had already made breakfast and it was sitting, ready for them, on the table, a fresh pot of coffee brewing as we speak. I had already eaten, a glass of apple juice on the coffee table in front of me, as I concentrated on the paper and pencil I was holding.
I had taken the pencil away for a second when the pad of paper was snatched out of my hands.
Looking up, I found Peter walking back into the kitchen, flipping to the start of the book. I scrambled up to my feet to follow him, freezing when I found everyone in the kitchen, my sketch pas now in the middle of the table, all of them looking at what I had drawn and flipping through the pages.
I just stood there, in the doorway, not able to move as they looked at my artwork. They were the first people, besides my mom, to see the things I had created by using paper and a pencil. The only ones to see these drawings.
I just stood there, in my sweatpants and Batman t-shirt – aka pyjamas – wringing my hands together, shuffling awkwardly.
"You drew us." Boyd commented, after a while.
"You drew us very well." Lydia smiled.
"You're a really good artist, Stiles." Erica nodded.
I moved then. Moving forward and grabbing my sketch pad, closing it and holding it close to my chest.
"Please stop looking at everything I draw." I mumbled, quietly.
I didn't wait for them to reply as I walked back into the living room.
The moment I decided to take my sketch pad back upstairs, was the moment everyone had finished breakfast. I thought that all I was doing was walking up the stairs, singing to a song inside of my head, bobbing my head along to the music.
Only, when I came back down, still singing the song in my head...
"Stiles, what the hell is that song?" Isaac asked. "You keep humming it.
Ok, maybe not in my head then...
"You never heard of it?!" I demanded, eyes widening slightly.
At the shake of Isaac's head, I started to turn back towards the stairs, only to realise I had nothing to use to show him.
So, instead, I walked back into the living room.
"Yo, Danny." I said, popping my head round the doorframe. "Can I borrow you laptop? Or phone? Need to look up this song for the pup."
I heard an indignant 'hey' come from Isaac, while I just grinned at the pup. Look, he was the youngest and a werewolf...he was a pup.
"Wait... You don't have a phone?" Erica asked.
"I just thought you didn't want to give us your number..." Scott mused.
"Yeah... No." I laughed, slightly nervously. "I was in a rush when I left Dallas...couldn't grab much, you see. Laptop and phone weren't high on my list, I mean, they can be tracked."
After a minute of silence, Danny silently gestured towards his laptop on the coffee table. Sending a quick 'thanks' his way, Isaac and me walked towards it, kneeling on the floor once we reach it.
Going onto YouTube, I typed in: sick puppies my world lyrics
'My World' was the name of the song, a good song at that. I was thirteen when I first heard it, the video popping up at the side while I was listening to another song on YouTube. I thought it was quite a good song, personally...
"I'm not comin' back
I'm not gunna react
I'm not doin' shit for you.
I'm not sittin' around while you are tearin' it down around us.
I'm not livin' a lie while you swim in denial
'Cause you're already dead and gone
You leave me out on the curb just like everyone else before you"
I couldn't help but sing along... It was catchy...
"Welcome to my world
Where everyone I ever need always ends up leaving me alone.
Another lesson burned
And I'm drowning in the ashes
Kicking
Screaming
Welcome to my world"
Of course the chorus was the catchiest bit...
"I don't care what you think I'm not seeing a shrink.
I'm not doing this again.
I'm not another student or a mother to take your shit out on
So let's see what you got, let's see what you're not
And whatever else you pretend
You've defended my intentions long enough"
I didn't even think that Derek and Peter were the only ones that had heard me sing until today, I just kept singing...
"Welcome to my world
Where everyone I ever need always ends up leaving me alone.
Another lesson burned
And I'm drowning in the ashes
Kicking
Screaming
Welcome to my world"
It really was a great song...
"So here I am again.
In the middle of the end.
And the choice I wish I made
I always make too late"
The perfect song for me, if I was being honest...
"Welcome to my world
Where everyone I ever need always ends up leaving me alone.
Another lesson burned
And I'm drowning in the ashes
Kicking
Screaming
Welcome to my world."
I mean, everyone I need end up leaving me alone, whether it be because the world takes them from me, or because they turn on me.
"My world
My world (welcome to my world)
My world
My world (welcome to my world)
My world
Welcome baby."
I only figured out that I had been singing to this out loud when I noticed them all staring at me, wide eyed and smiling.
Sighing slightly, I sat on the floor properly, waiting for them all to start talking.
"If you think that was good, you should hear him play guitar too." Peter smirked, laughing slightly.
Stupid Zombie-wolf!
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