Supernatural [Alex Russo]

12 - Reconcile

Matt sat on his bed.

He looked back at his bedroom window, which was open. He had opened the curtains and lifted the window up to let the cool air in.

Like every other night, he heard werewolves in the distance.

Like every other night, a part of him wished he could join them. He wished he would be welcomed with open arms, but he knew he wouldn't.

He knew that no matter how much he wished to be welcomed by any werewolf packs, he would never be welcomed. They'd never accept a werewolf that was formerly a human. They wouldn't let a werewolf that was turned. 

Most werewolf were able to turn into one whenever they wanted. They had a choice. 

Matt, one the other hand, didn't have a choice. He will never have a choice to turn into a werewolf. He will turn into one every month against his will. 

He can pretend to everyone around him that he's fine, that he's normal, but at the end of the day, he's not. 

He sighed, wishing he could belong somewhere.

The werewolves continued to howl for a few more seconds before they stopped.

Matt stood up and walked over to the window. He leaned against the window still. The wind blew gently.

Matt closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle wind.

He opened his eyes after a few moments and looked up at the moon.

As expected, he could feel his scars on his face and body burning. It burned badly. 

He could feel the werewolf that turned him into one scratch his face. He could feel his claws ripping his skin. He could feel the pain he had felt at the time before he had past out. 

Matt has broken bones and has gotten stitches when he was younger. He remembered how badly it hurt. The pain from the broken bones and getting stitches does not compare to the pain of a werewolf's scars ripping his skin and leaving permanent scars on his face and body. It's the worst type of pain imaginable.

A single tear drop rolled down his face. 

There's nothing he can do to change the past. There's nothing he can do to be normal.

***

"You look horrible," Rose told her brother honestly. 

"I know," Matt groaned, joining his little sister at the dining table the following morning.

Rose had woken up before Matt.

She had a bowl of cereal in front of her.

Matt sniffed has he pulled the box of cereal and milk carton closer to himself to pour some milk and cereal into his own bowl.

"Dad is taking the day off," Rose told Matt. "He's getting a few things from the grocery store that will help you recover from your fever."

Matt nodded.

"You should text Dad if you want anything," Rose said.

"'Kay," Matt said. "I'll text him in a sec." 

Rose nodded.

After Matt finished his breakfast, he put his bowl into the sink and went up to his room to text his father what he happened from the grocery store.

He set his phone down.

Before he could stop himself, he said, "Come in!"

The door to his bedroom opened and Alex was standing there with a confused and suspicious look on her face.