Freak Love (Mister Morgue)

Stop Trying To Change Me

I took another small bite of the granola bar in my hand. This is the only thing I've eaten all day, I never eat much. It's not a big deal, though, I'm just not hungry. I glaced at Stripe sitting on the other side of the couch, and smiled. I sighed and placed the half-eaten granola bar on the coffee table in front of the couch, just as my phone started ringing.

I grabbed it from the table and looked at who was calling. I bit my lip and debated on whether or not I should answer.

"Miss Mer--"

My mother yelled into the phone, "Hello, dear! I was just calling t--"

"Mother, I can hear you." I said, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

Ignoring me, she went on, "Remember when I told you that your cousin Sarah is having a baby?"

I said wearily, "Uh, yeah."

"Well, she's having a family gathering at her house in Orlando and she wants everyone to be there." She said with an excited tone.

I mentally groaned and then said, "Uh, mother, I don't kn--"

"Mercus." My mother said in a strict tone.

"Dianna." I said in the same tone.

I heard her sigh, "Honey, please come. We haven't seen you in over a month."

That's the point.

I bit my tounge and sighed. "But, mother, I j--"

"Please." She pleaded, making me sigh.

I was silent for a few seconds until I finally decided, "When is it?"

Sounding much happier, she explained, "Next week on Saturday. Be there around two, we're having lunch, so don't eat."

"I wasn't planning on it.." I mumbled to myself.

"Oh, and honey?" She asked in a sweet voice.

I knew what was coming. "Yes?"

"Could you please, for once, dress norm--"

I pressed the 'End' button and threw my phone back on the table. I hugged my knees and burried my head into them. Why does she always do this? God, every time I talk to her, she always has something judgemental to say about me. I am who I am, mother. Stop trying to change me.

I mumbled, "Fuck that..."

Out of nowhere, I felt fuzzy fur rub against my arm and I looked up to see Stripe next to me. I bit my cheek and patted his head. His cuteness made me smile and I pecked his nose.

"You love me, right?" I asked, holding his head to face me.

He purred and rubbed his head against my leg, making me giggle. I boredly looked around the livingroom, catching eye of the clock on my wall. I squinted to see the time, since it was so dark. I saw that it read 9:29 PM.

I jumped up from my seat on the couch and grabbed my phone off of the table. I ran to my room and shoved my black boots on my feet, afterwards grabbing my black hoodie off of my bed. I ran out of the room and down the hall, taking Stripe's leash from the table and clapping, making him run to me.

I quickly tied the rope to his collar, and darted to door with him following me. I grabbed my bag fromt he ground and my keys off of the hook. I nudged Stripe out of the door and closed it behind us.

I ran outside to my black pickup truck and opened the door for Stripe to ride shotgun. I went to the otherside and hopped in, putting the bag next to me on the seat. I sighed and started the truck with my keys. The first thing I did was pull the card Morgue gave me out of my pocket to get the address of the place.

I smiled and pulled out of the driveway and started driving to, what could be, my new job.