There's a Werewolf in my Bed!!!

"Hey Trooper"

So, I know that I promised my mom that I wouldn't fight the doctors- but I managed to get out of there whenever they were dealing with another patient. I felt fine, I just needed to keep the bandages around my head, for safety reasons... Us vampires can't lose our dark oozing blood, it's what keeps us alive and breathing. 

My boots clicked on the pavement as I walked home, it pained me to think of what my mom was doing.. What if she was crying her eyes out? What if she harmed herself again? My head flooded with these dark thoughts until I pushed them all out. By that time I was on my porch, I dug for my keys in my pocket until I eventually found them and put it into the door. I opened it up and looked around our living room, there was nothing laying out. I rubbed my neck as I walked in and closed the door, setting my keys in the jar we have next to the front. 

"Mom, Docs let me go, I'm home!" I called, my bat ears perking up and I looked around, "Mom?"

There was so much silence in the house, that was until I heard something shatter upstairs. That sent me into a panic. I quickly rushed upstairs and opened my mother's door, there were at least six alcohol bottles resting next to her arm. She was just resting on the bed, her tired eyes turned to look at me and she hiccuped, just turning forward and closing her eyes.

I just growled and slammed the door, stomping over to my bedroom and crawling into bed. She swore that she would stop drinking, no matter what. That bitch always fucking lies! No matter what happens, she always crawled right back to it.

Ever since dad died she always seemed so quick to grab a bottle and chug it down. I mean, its not like we could have helped it, he went off to go and fight in the military... I only ever saw him twice in my entire life, but he used to send letters to talk to me and I always sent some back.. We got to know each other from those letters, but I knew I couldn't stand getting the letter telling me that he had passed away.. The last letter I ever received in his hand writing was one that had read,

"Hey trooper, I heard that you're starting 4th grade soon! That sounds like so much fun. I hope you have as much fun as I did whenever I was in that grade, be sure to tell me all about it next time you write back! I'll see you in a few weeks..

Give your mother kisses and hugs from me, Codin, I love you both so much..."

I never saw him again after that letter.. It is still hard to digest the fact I only have my mother, even now she's still barely hanging onto life. She has to work three jobs to just sustain enough food for a week, and most of that money just goes towards beer... Now the fact that I have a hospital bill that needs to be taken care of, and god how many more times will I have to go now that the bullying from August is getting psychical... 

I just laid in bed, staring out my window and the night sky. I was thinking in my own head too much.. I could never talk to anyone about my problems, nobody wanted to be my friend at school since everybody knows I'm gay. Not even girls wanna be with me. 

Before my junior year, nobody knew that I was homosexual. Sophomore year, I was able to go to parties and not feel awkward. I was actually invited to go out places with my peers. But now, I am left out from everything. Whenever the teacher lets us do group work, I always have to work on my own. I spend more time at home than I do outdoors with people, I'm more worried for myself than my mother is.

I snapped myself out of my thoughts and opened a side drawer next to my bed, pulling out the letters from my dad. I opened up some of them and let my ocean eyes soak in every curve of his cursive. Every letter started with the same thing, "Hey Trooper" and they all ended with the same thing, "I love you both so much.." 

I felt my eyes heat up, the tears that were threatening to fall as I read every single word. My tears dripped onto the paper, leaving a dampened area near my thumb. I shakily exhaled as I wasn't fighting it anymore, I was letting them fall. I missed my father so much, all these letters were nothing compared to me just wanting to have him hold me in his arms. I never got that from him, I just.. I need him in my life right now, these damn letters are nothing..

I quickly put them back into my drawer before I ripped them, now I was just sitting alone in my bedroom. My knees were held close to my chest, I looked up at my fan. 

Then I lowered it onto my knees and just cried in silence, two words flying through my head as I sat by my lonesome.

"Hey Trooper..."