Mason McCann heir to the Mccan pack next in line to be alpha after his father steps down, star quarter back for the Kennedy Highschool foot ball team, everything in his life seems to be going right as he takes the leap from man to wolf during the pa...
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" slowly we unfurl as Lotus flowers , cause all I want is the moon upon a stick just to see what is , just to see what if". — Radiohead
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Happiness , I use to wonder what that ment for a long time I thought it was a myth, like Zeus or Jesus Christ everyone claimed it was real but how can it be. it didn't make much sense. When some thing doesn't make much sense it's because it's not real. Then again humans don't make much sense and we exist just fine.
Only fools are happy, no one could be fully aware of the horrors that surround them and feel good. How could such a thing even exist in a place like this. I never chased ghosts that never were , I only ever wanted to be ok, whatever that ment.
In middle-school I wrote all manner of depressing angsty poetry. Most of it was about death , love and fairytales. See I was a kid longer then most kids were.I wanted to believe in something greater then what was. I was certain I was going to discover a new world and be a queen or save this world ,find true love and fight evil , I don't blame myself, I blame television , I blame books , I blame people.
You see, the only thing that's real in any of the fairytales we heard growing up was Evil. It's everywhere , in everyone and I'm sure it's in me as well. Evil like good is subjective . To the cows you slaughter you are evil to the hungry villagers you present with flesh you are good. To the spider who's innards are smeared on your kitchen counter you are evil to the lady bug that gets to live a little while longer you are good.
Some people may think I'm pessimistic but the truth is , people are Evil and it doesn't matter what you think , without fail we always reveal our true nature. We are ugly , twisted, greedy, broken and hallow creatures.
But not Finn,he's better then us all. He's better then me. I know that, but I'll cling to him all the same. The truth is i need him. I need him like I need food and water. I search for something...anything to point at and accuse but each day I find nothing. I instead find happiness am I now a fool?
Finn was perfection,the way he walked and talked. the way loose strands cascaded down his face almost as if they had been placed there to decorate him purposefully. His smooth rich tan skin that felt like touching heaven when it brushed against my own. His dark , mysterious eyes, those eyes that held secrets, pain and wonders of the world, I remember the day I walked in and saw his face stained with tears, paved with pain. The sight of him like that felt like it was enough to break me. That was the moment I knew that I was in love with Finneas Hartland .
His secrets however were becoming a battle of their own I told him I wouldn't bother him about it but they're times when i sit in my room and speculate. One theory of mine is that his mysterious family is running a drug ring. And He's like Capone Jr or something of the sort. Another theory I had compromised was that he was sick, he did have a eating condition. I tried to look it up online, the most that came up was anorexia and fast metabolism. I was at a loss for whatever this thing is . I'd texted Finn atleast 10 times and received no response , I called him about five. I'd spent most of today just wondering wether or not he's okay. I thought of catching the bus to his house but I don't even know if he was even there.
