The face of a monster

Ouch, the explaining I have to do

When the last costumers leave the salon my mother calmly closes the door and pulls the curtains so that no one can see us from the street, she turns towards me with the same look as the little boy had before, untrusting and a little disappointed even. That's how far I make it without crying.

"Oh come in David" my mum sighs and seems to let her guard down a little though she crosses her arms over her chest and sighs. Can't she feel how badly I need a hug? We usually don't hug that much anymore because I've kinda grown up and though it might not seem that way, I'm pretty mature around other people. Well, except for when I'm awkward which is a little too often but let's not focus on that now.

"You kinda brought this on yourself" she lets the words out with a sigh and walks to me so we're only a feet apart.

"That's why I'm like this" I avoid the word crying because it feels weak and I wish not to be weak though you might argue I am "that's why tears are running down my cheeks mum" and that's where my voice breaks. Well done me.

"Yeah I know, but don't be so hard on yourself" she lets out a small sigh and I now realise that's where I got all my sighing from. I nod because honestly I don't know what to say and I fear I'll have to say a lot later.

"Sweetie, just tell me what the heck is going on" suddenly she's streaking my cheek gently and I feel myself calm down slowly but steadily. I nod and swallow down my tears in an attempt to prepare myself for this madness of trying to explain pure crazy, madness, and every word describing something abnormal.

"So, it all started with" I begin but then I change my mind. Even though it seems quite reasonable to start like that I don't know how to continue.  "Well, do you remember when I went camping?"

"Yeah how could I forget the sight of every kid in your year going by bus to go camping god knows where" she laughs unnaturally.

"Yeah" I laugh unnaturally back "I was bitten that night by a werewolf which turned me into a werewolf. If the bite hadn't turned me I would have died from the injuries" when I say that my mum's face turns slightly greenish. "The attack was pretty violent and I think there was another werewolf who saved me but I don't know. I called Kyle because I figured I needed help to get back to the tent, at that time I didn't know what had happened, and when Kyle came I showed him the wound and we both saw it heal miraculously. Then during the first full moon I almost killed Kyle because I had no control whatsoever. Kyle tells me I chased a rabbit or whatever but I don't believe in. Anyway, during the second full moon we tried chaining me up which worked and now lately I've been much calmer during full moons though I can't control the transformation."

"Oh my god" my mum mutters and I can tell how hard it is for her to understand and believe me. I'm not blaming her. I wouldn't have believed anyone who told this story, it's a true miracle that I've got three people who knows and actually kind of accepts it.

I continue the story and fill her in on the information I gained today. Every now and then she mumbles something about how this is complete madness and I can't help but agree. When I'm finished she just shakes her head, hugs me and then starts cleaning. When she's done she's smiling like always and I feel warm and comfortable.

"Now go be with your friends" she hugs me again as if she can't really get enough, like she has to protect me "or maybe change first" she chuckles.

"Yeah, maybe shower as well" I smile and we walk out together. Thank god this went well. I don't know what I would have done otherwise. Cried? Begged? Went mad. That's probably it.

Author's note: hey! I know this is short but I've had a lot to deal with and I'll try to update soon though no one reads haha