But Could We?

Chapter 5: Him

Why do we associate angels with heaven and hell with the devil?

What if angels are creatures of hell formed to look like inviting helpers, and the devil a warm, kind-hearted gentleman trapped inside the body of a monster?

That's how I feel; like I am trapped inside this ferocious beast of a body, expected, when approached, to rip the head off anyone stupid enough to talk to me about who I truly am, when all I really want is to open up to them; tell them about me. I want to tell them about what I hate about being who I am, what I love, what I feel on the night of a full moon, and what I hope never to happen.

But I was told since birth to never let anyone find out.

"Humans are dangerous" they would say.

"You are too young to understand" they would spit.

Well answer me this: How come I am too young to understand the true meaning of a relationship, yet old enough to completely change into a creature of the night once a month, every month?

And as I recalled the days of the past, I remembered why I could never let this girl into my life. This beautiful girl, hair the colour of fire, eyes the colour of the richest oak noses could seek. I'm not saying I would expect her to want to be a part of her life - I mean, she doesn't even know who I am, does she?

A sharp pain stabs through my ribs, pulling me from my thoughts, immediately angering me. Uh-oh. I swing my body towards the direction of the clearly forced hit and raise my balled fist, anger pumping through my veins, only to stop when I see who's face my knuckles were about to make contact with.

A few inches beneath me stands a student - a girl, with an extremely shocked/scared look apparent on her small face. Looking at her features I see hair the colour of fire and eyes the colour of the richest oak noses could seek...

Standing there, in complete shock of what I was just about to do to her, was the oh so beautiful girl I had seen only moments ago.

After staring for what felt like hours, I begin racking my brain for an apology. I never apologize because - well I guess I'm just a bit of a dick sometimes. Plus it makes me feel like whoever I had previously insulted or punched, had won; I can't have that.

Finding it, I mumble out a worthless-

"Sorry", and scurrying off like the small, useless rat I feel like.

Wow, well done Calum. You saw a girl you liked, and instead of breaking up with your horny bitch of a current girlfriend and being a sweetheart to this girl, you almost punch her, fail to apologize and then waddle off like a retarded platypus!

I know I should re-approach her, but honestly, it's embarrassing. It's not like this girl could ever mean anything to me anyway. I mean; I'm a fucking werewolf goddammit, but it would have been nice for her to at least appreciate me and not think I am a total dickhead with a huge ego and serious anger issues. Okay, I guess the anger think is kind of true but my ego is not big, is it?

*****

Finally: last hour of the day in this hell hole. Last hour before I can go 'home', get drunk, hammered and forget any of the shit that happened on this fateful day.

As I sit in class I realize how bored I am, so begin to search for something to keep me company. I've already read every poster, source and diary in this stupid History room, so look outside for a sight to keep me entertained.

Man, I adore the wilderness; the grass, as light and soft as a feather, and the wind - strong enough to blow a feather half way across the world, but still so weak and feeble compared to the mighty strength of man and animal, yet I bet no man has ever carried a feather half that distance. I mean, why would he? That feather  is one in a billion and doesn't mean a thing to him.

"Calum and Skyler, since you are the only two left, I guess you are now partners!" I hear the teacher say (okay I admit I don't actually know his name).

Flustered, I quickly put on my "I was listening to you this whole time and am very interested in what you have to say face" on.

So, we are doing partner work? And I am with a girl called Skyler, who by the way I have never heard of before? Maybe she's knew or-

Oh no.

Skyler; the new girl, with hair the colour of fire and eyes the colour of the richest oak noses could seek.

Skyler, that's a pretty name, to fit a pretty face I was now to be working with.

Shame...