4. No Mystery.

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Of course she had to choose to sit next to me,  which is stupid since she needs to find  friends and I'm  not the right guy for that,  I lost friends the moment I decided the world is not only full of disappointments but was a disappointment it's self. This just made things easier,  smoother.

Her long and straight dark hair fell around her light chocolate brown face with big and bright eyes. Eyes that hold a sort of light that lights up the dullest places in Town and made people want to get to know her,  which is good for her own sake and the whole find friends thing. Not for me.

The last thing  I need is yellow on my grey wall.

I don't have to look up to know she's  already making her way towards the desk near me, because  her sweet scent is too sweet on my nostrils,  probably strawberries and I hate strawberries. Nothing to do with her or any girl that smelled like strawberries, I just hate how sweet it always is and mostly I don't  exactly comfortable with her near me. They are ruining my corner too. Why is the ground refusing?

"Class, please treat Georgina well and show her our Town" she's smiling at what she's  saying and I could just throw up right now.

Sam is looking at the girl with her dreamy eyes. She's  looking at her too much that it looks creepy.

I don't  remember the last time I had a girlfriend, but I can tell you the last time I got laid and it was courtesy of Samantha Hill and after that she started acting more strange than she always acts. If I didn't  know any better I would say she's obsessed,  but there's no mystery here and definitely nothing to obsess about. Okay,  Sam is not nearly  as strange as what you meet in the woods at night and I saw it too early,  way earlier than I should have and I learned that creatures of the night - as my Dad calls them- dwell with us and that sometimes they are too dangerous,  too power hungry and that they need to be wiped out. Imagine telling a ten old scared kid that the world is surrounded by monsters,  monsters he has to eventually kill and owe the moon over and  over again,  because  at night I hear their cries and they only haunt me without mercy. The moon no longer listens to me, it just shut me out and I don't  want any answers to why a ten year old boy thought the moon heard him or why an animal didn't  kill him on purpose.

I won't think about it.

I'll  just let it be this unsolved mystery and it will be buried, which means no mystery.

Buried.

It's hard to watch someone you love leave like that, but it's  even harder to know they wanted to leave because they kept their pain a secret and chose to just drown in it.

No warning. Just a sudden departure.

I don't  even remember  what page of this novel I'm supposed to be at,  because my mind is a bit too occupied today and I hate that. I don't  think anymore or count the days or wish away the months. I'm  just moving along with the crowd and hoping it will lead me somewhere.

It's  like I'm staring at a blank page,  would I say no to that? A clean start? Away from all these faces that constantly  worry I will lose my shit and do something crazy, but do they know what crazy is? I don't  think so,  because  if I ever lost it - which I doubt I ever will - I wouldn't do something stupid or crazy,  I will just go mad. Insane.

I hate time, I hate how it's  slowly passing by and how that stupid red watch tik ... Tons and tik....tocks, very slowly and the teacher is going on about something  that's happening in the novel. While my mind is letting me slip into these thoughts,  these days I barely sleep and I have no idea why,  it happens at the same time every night and then  I hear the loud howl of the animal in my ears. It screams for a long and miserable hour until my body stops hurting and I fall to the floor. I always wake up on the floor with blood on my shoulder,  that animal will never leave me alone for as long I'm  breathing and I won't be chasing them like my Dad,  who thinks that the mark is honor and if I tell him about my dreams and how I hear the howl,  my family  will put me through hell trying to solve this and the last thing you need is to be a Sylvester lab rat.

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