His Human Mate

/1/

8 years earlier

I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard

I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words

I wish I found some chords in an order that is new

I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink, but now I'm insecure and I care what people think

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

My name's Blurryface and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time,

To the good old days,

When the mama sang us to sleep, but now we're stressed out

I bob my head to the beat of the song while singing along. Although I'm only 13, the lyrics really hit home for me. I totally understood where he was coming from, and that's why I love twenty one pilots.

"Michelle!"

I sigh and pause my music. My mother calls me every five minutes, almost like clockwork.

I walk down the stairs and meet my mother in the living room.

"Yes"

"Take this down to the laundry room for me"

I look at my three other siblings sitting on the couch on their phones. Really? Life is so unfair.

I grab the basket from her and go down to the basement. I start the washing machine and pour the detergent in, then I put the clothes in.

Once I'm finished I rush back up the stairs and put my head phones back in. I finish the song and the next song comes on.

All I need is a little love in my life

All I need is a little love in the dark

A little but I'm hoping it might kickstart

Me and my broken heart

I need a little loving tonight

Hold me so I'm not falling apart

A little but I'm hoping it might kickstart

Me and my broken heart, yeah

I sing along for a while before I feel the tears prickle in the back of my eyes. This song and a couple of others always get me. There is nothing is the world that I want more is for someone to love and adore me. Someone who will take care of me. Someone to be mine. But of course that would never happen.

"Don't cry. It'll be fine. I promise I will come and find you my mate."

I shake my head a little. Not this again. I say it out loud this time, to make sure that I get the message.

"It is not real. No one is talking to you in your head. You do not have a mate. Werewolves are not real, no matter how much you want them to be. You do not have a mate, and no one will ever love you. Your nose and forehead are too big,and you have a horrible laugh. Sure some boys may like you, but never the ones you like. Doesn't that show you something? So before you believe this, before you put all of your heart into this belief and get it broken, I want you to know that this is not real!"