Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 1 [COMPLETED]

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Evening, fellas!

I'm really not sure how I wanna break this down.

Given credit where credit is due: Milton and Demy were great parents even if they were overprotective at times and had a crazy obsession with raising me on their own. But you know how teenagers are: nothing will ever satisfy them and I wasn't an exception either. When I turned 15 things were starting to be more complicated more than before. "How is that possible? You had demons on your shoulders ever since the beginning and now it's getting ruff?" I know, right?

The thing is I wanted to go to school. I wanted real friends, not just the kids I knew from church and met for a few hours tops once or twice in a month. They all had lives to live, people to meet, relationships and goals to achieve. Me on the other hand, I had nothing, not even a dog or a cat or a gold fish for that matter. Not only that but I was required to do assignments on a computer. Needless to say, my caretakers weren't on top of things when it came to technology. "A ghastly machine with those violent video games in our home? Has a serial killer training program been added to the curriculum to spice things up? And you want that world-wide webbing thing too?! Wouldn't that attract spiders? We don't appreciate those in this house, young lady." Now you see why I had to get out.

Things were good. Ever since I moved in to the cabin there were only 2 or 3 attacks on us but none of those were demon related. Milton and Demy knew that and they were aware that they can't keep me locked up forever. The timing seemed just right to let the little birdy fly outside the cage but with restrictions. I could go to school and meet people, but no extra lessons were permitted. After the day was over and all my lessons were done I had to go home, do chores and practice my ancient language skills which usually involved more reading than oral assignments. When I had to stay to finish something I had to do electronically we discussed it in advanced. Things like that.

School was both great and awful. At first I had difficulties, as expected. My classmates knew me via the others I met at the church and world travelled fast. I was the weirdo who was home-schooled and only attended events where a priest was preaching on Sundays. Of course I was bullied for that but I stood my ground. It certainly helped that I could join conversations and have a nice chat about practically anything. I was desperate to make people like me.

After about a month things started looking up as I was accepted as one of them. I even started to gain friends who helped me when I was stuck with my studies. And of course like every teenager I discovered boys. Not on quit that level I might add. There was this guy who was The Prince Charming of the school. We were the same age but not the same class, however I often saw him walking by. To my biggest misfortune he was always taken and his girls were always very pretty and looked high maintenance. Guess he had a type. His name was Evan.

A question to you: what does a girl do once she knew what the boy of her desire fancies? That's right, she starts to embrace those qualities and changes a few or more things about herself and so did I. I discovered makeup and clothes and soon after I realised that I like all these materialistic affections. Makeup is fun once you learn how to use it and dressing up is great when you have enough clothes to mix outfits. I would say that I've changed more like I upgraded myself and Evan noticed that.

He ditched his girlfriend at the time and he remained single for weeks which was more than unusual. Evan was the kind of guy who always had girls chasing him in a comedic, over the top way. But you know when you're the sole allegeable bachelor in a small neighbourhood that's what you get. I digress.

(🎵 The Hollies - The Air that I Breath)

Long story short: Evan asked me out and neither Demy or Milton for that matter was pleased. I was 15, soon to turn 16 and rumours spread about my potential boyfriend and his "extensive sexual behaviour" whatever that means. Let me tell you, this and a pair of conservative guardians aren't making a good mix. My caretakers gave us an ultimatum: no touchy-feely until at least 6 months of dating, once it passes we can carry on responsibly. To my biggest surprise Evan was okay with it and he even justified his agreement. He told me that he started feeling sick under the heavy weight of expectations and demanding behaviour of the girls' he dated previously. All what he said made sense, yet felt so fishy.

And now we possibly reached the point where you, my dear conversational partner asked the particular question of "why is she telling me all this?". Well... Oh, God. This is starting to be really hard. Okay... So Evan and I were past the 6-month trial and we made plans. You know, THOSE sort of plans. We had it all laid out. We picked the place where we gonna go before it, what we gonna do, the whole deal was carefully crafted. That is until Evan disappeared.