The Mage, The Wolf and The Locked Words of a Diary - The Black Wolf Diaries II

Author's Note: Reason for Not Updating and a Teaser!!

Dear All;

Hello, I understand everyone's aggravation at the absolute lateness at my updates, you will have to forgive me, I'm feeling at loss and a bit helpless. It's not anything truly bad, and I've been hearing this phrase from so many different people, I've come to hate it >> "It happens in all families, it's the same everywhere"... Highly useless fact, and totally unhelping.

I think it's only proper I should explain my circumstances, maybe I want someone out there to be able to know, I'm a little kid banging on the closet door, hiding from the monsters under my bed.

So, I wasn't really born in a happy family, I mean we faked it like you wouldn't believe... but if this is what happiness is actually supposed to be, I really don't want to find out what sadness is.

My dad was a raging alcoholic, really, the worst... he used to beat my mother, who has to be the most idiotic person I know, because she takes abuse like no one I've ever met, and believe me I have met a few hundreds of people, over the course of these last thirty years.

After three accidents, when he was so drunk he rammed the car into trucks, a pole and a wall, on three separate occasions, you would wonder if the man just lacks common sense, and three Brain hemorrhages, which after the first should really have been the wake up call, God intended it to be. The man spent the rest of his years still drinking away his addiction, until he finally passed away in 2013.

Now aforementioned my mother was, and is quite possibly still an idiot, seemed to have finally given in to my maternal grandfather's urges and she packed all three kids (Me, my elder and younger brothers) into a plane, after divorcing my deadbeat dad, and shipped us to India, where up until I was 18 everything seemed normal... And here when I say Normal...I really mean, we were existing... semi-happily.

The only father figure I've ever known was my grandpa, who thank the Gods, lived long enough for me to graduate university, the year 2011.

That been said, I had no idea, my elder brother was literally following into my father's footsteps, and taking things a tad further while indulging in drugs as well. Really I don't know how he's still alive, he's being using since I was 16... He spends nowadays alternating between shitfaced drunk and absolutely high...Kites would envy him.

My younger brother who idolized my elder brother ended up in the same situation... the only saving grace to this morbid story is that he's in a rehab center, kicking up a fuss and throwing tantrums left and right, though still being treated.

I, am not a saint by any measure... I mean I don't do drugs, or drink alcohol... really I know what being shitfaced drunk feels like, been that way once, it was not a memory I approve of, Not having much control in my life, willing losing it is about as masochistic as it can get... and I am many things, masochistic is not one of them. Still, I suck at keeping a job for longer than six months. 

It just gets to me you know, working any job just to pay the bills, and not actually enjoying it, it's energy draining-ly—exhausting!!! Which is why I quit after six months. My resume has such a scattered work experience profile, that sometimes getting hired is not easy. Though I'm confident enough to get high paying jobs, long enough to make a saving out of them, so I can jet... Not what you would consider an intelligent move, but well... I don't know... I'm not good enough to be more...

What I end up doing is... say I get a job of INR. 35,000 per month, I give half at home, for I don't know expenses... bills, ration, etc... the rest going into a saving's account. Where if 17, 500/- is my savings, I spend a little like 7000/- on books, stationery, puzzles, games... really I pay for the internet... that's really it... which means I still save 10,000/- which for a year that becomes 1,20,000/- if I last that long or 60,000/- depending on my patience meter. The only job I lasted in for 3 years was as a Guest Relationship Manager in a five star Hotel... because I met interesting people, it kept me sane... but it got boring quickly!!!