The night is dark.Silence is all over the place and in the sky,clouds were hiding the moon and stars. Suddenly, a phone call.The sudden ringing, destroyed all this peace nd quite, so important for my life.
Since, the phone didn't stopped ringing, I got it.
"HELLO?Demet?" A deep male voice was sound.
"Yes,this is Demet.Who are you sir?"
My sleepy Voice sounded so masculine. If it was morning, I uld laugh with it but now it isn't so great moment...after all..it's... 4:50 am.
"Who I am?"
He stop talking and took a deep breath.
"I am.. your father!"
He sounded like he was sad, but I was shocked.Some minutes passed without any word film me our him.
"I'M sorry sir,but my dad is dead"
I said with calm voice .
"Goodnight and hope you'all find your daughter"
I continue and hang up the phone.
......
It was true..I think at least.For me,he was dead from the moment he left.
*12 years ago*
I remember that Day..it was a cold December day. The day I saw everything...the day he killed mum,his own wife!My sister,was sleeping, but I wasn't. I was looking from the keyhole, and saw everything...the noise from the gun...Then he hid his gun in his pocket.I saw him coming to the door.
So I start running and his into the closet, until he went to his bedroom where he stayed a bit.Then he got off and left home closing forcefully the entrance door. I never saw him again.
The moment he left, I got off the closet.
Slowly,start walking into the living room where my dead mother was lying to the floor.I locked the door from the living room and start crying loudly, all night. Next morning,I called the police and they send us to a 'new home', since none of our 'sweet' relatives wanted to adopt us.
We were different from all the other relatives...we we're werewolves.I was hoping that when we would go to our new family, everything would changed.
Mr and Ms Sarıoğlu in the first sight was a loving couple.
Ms Sarıoğlu ,her name was Nihal, was a woman in her mid 20's when I first met her.Short black hair, blue eyes and a big smile we're characteristics that I always have in my mind about her,even now.She used to be a teacher, but since she was that time pregnant she was always near me in the beginning.Unfortunately she lost the baby..and the next tries weren't successful.
Mustafa sarıoğlu on the other side, was a mysterious man.He was tall and big -in compare to his short and petite wife- with big hands.He still works as a police officer, but that time I couldn't understand why he was almost all day on the basement 'working'.
First days we're difficult, I had nightmares every night. But,whenever 'mum' asked me, what its wrong,I couldn't reply.What I could do after all? I was 8 and none could help me or even understand me.
"You're exactly like your father! " she used to say smilling, then she kissed my forehead and put me back to sleep.
School wasn't easy too.Many kids we're scared of me and my sister, they thought we could 'kill' them.Although my twin sister Nimet, the sweet girl with a small and petite body with blue eyes and a big nose was usually much more social than me.
I used to spend my evening on the library,while she was in her 'bff's home'.And usually spend all her day there.
"Why you don't play with the other kids, Demet?" The librarian usually asked me.I never had reply,I just looked her sad and change theme.
I was always borrowed books and return then earlier than the deadline.I was really strict with -lines or borders,including deadlines.
As a result my marks became noticeable better than my sister's. She was always jealous about it, but I was jealous about her body.My blond hair and blue eyes or even long neck were things on my appearance that had received many compliments,but her petite and thin body, in compare to my tall and 'boyish' was always much more feminine.
I was the kid who helped dad with work.Nimet wasn't strong.I was the one,who fixed the broken chain on the bicycle, Nimet couldn't stand getting dirty.
Even if I wasn't the classic type of girl,I enjoyed helping people. I also was hard working with my gias and even if I was anti-social and shy I must say that a had many 'secret ' fans during my childhood .In my school where people can die for gossips and nothing can't be hidden,always a girl whispered or throw a piece of paper with the name of the boys who actually wrote me a card for saint Valentine.
Everybody received my rejections silently.All guys who asked asked me even to date me we're rejected.. all except one.
I was 12 , when Yılmaz asked me to be his gf.I knew him about a week...The difference from all the other boys,was that he was 21 that year. So we had 9 whole years of difference.
Before you all call him 'sick perverd ' or 'pederast', I have to say that I was too nature for my age at least on my look, if not on my character (remember that body part?)when I say 'mature' I mean, being 12 and look like 16 isn't really normal.
Anyway, that time I was on my last grade of junior high school and almost none girl had date any boy,especially an adult. As a result,all girls were jealous. With ,all this unusual social presurr,I finally agreed.All this 'relationship' lasted less than a week. In the second day,I had made up my mind. I wouldn't let myself into relationships that will last.. less than a week.
We made out some times and that's all.I lied to him, that I'll go abroad, so we broke up.I don't know now where he is but to be honest I do not even care.Past is past and that's it's place.I wouldn't allow it to ruin my life.
*now*
I'm 18.My parents actually are werewolves and I thunk it's the main reason, why they adopted us,even if they never taughed us anything...not any transformation or 'werewolf secrets '.
In my whole life, I only had two friends.A girl two years older than me and a boy two years younger than me.Her name is Elif while the boy's name is Adnan.I have not talked to Adnan a long time since I'm studying away.They both are unusual people for the majority. For instance, Elif is bisexual while Adnan is gay.This maybe sounds cool to you, but in our traditional and homophobic country, is like provoking your own death.These kind of people, live social isolation and mocking in a daily basis.Some people also thought that I was bi,because I'm open-minded!
Oh Allah! Look your creations!
Wow! How a phone call made me thought all these?
What time is it?
The sky was pink and the sun was slowly becoming blue.I had forgot Namaz! Time to do it....
