There's a Werewolf in my Bed!!!

"I'm Ready..."

Going home today was so... weird for me. What if my mom noticed the jacket? What if she thought I had a boyfriend? Oh God I would never hear the end of it...

You see... My mom has a "thing" for sharing the hot new gossip from her son, AKA me, with her "book club". All they do is sit at a table, discuss the book for three minutes and then they give head over heels drunk. And News Flash. August's mom is part of it. So if my mother mutters one word about me wearing Jeremy's letter jacket, let alone keeping it, I may as well kiss my life goodbye and say hello to being six feet beneath sunlight. 

I opened up the door and walked in, my mom was sitting on the couch just watching TV. I blinked as I looked at her, I hadn't really seen her since I caught her in her room drinking. I mustered up a tiny wave before I went towards the stairs to my room, but then I heard my mom say my name very.. very.. very silently. I looked over at her and sighed.

"What mom..." If it already wasn't obvious enough, I wasn't in the mood to talk to her. I was still holding onto that little sliver of anger I had towards her, but I refused to let myself yell.

"I'm so sorry for what I did... I shouldn't of been drinking... I promise it'll never happen again..." She said softly, there was that motherly tone I got so used to hearing.. 

I turned to look at her, but all I could do was shake my head. I knew she was lying. She always lied. She says that she can stop drinking but it's the same shit every time. I just learned how to accept the fact that my mother will never change- but she's my mom. I trudged up the stairs and went into my room, shutting the door behind me. 

I used to have so much love and trust in my mom, but now.. It's just gone like my dad is. 

I unbuttoned Jeremy's letter jacket and took it off, placing it on a hook that I normally put my backpack on, but that can be on the floor. I pulled on a plain black t-shirt and then I just fell onto my bed, today fucking sucked... Yet I met Jeremy... He was the light at the end of my tunnel, the last little sparkle of hope that I had for this cruel world.. But.. chances are he won't even care about me tomorrow. I'll just go back to being the bullied junior who can't stand up for himself and has to have some jock do it for him.. Dammit...

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My 6:00 alarm went off and I slammed it down, but a beeping was still going off. I kept hitting my alarm, but it wouldn't turn off. So, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I yawned and stretched, the beeping continuing. Eventually, my gaze adjusted to a flashing red and blue bouncing through my bedroom window. 

Why...

Why were the cops here?! 

I climbed out of bed and cautiously walked out of my room, I could hear talking downstairs- must be the officers talking to my mom. I slowly crept down the stairs and peered over the railing, my heart stopped. 

My mom was laying down on a stretcher, her face pale. She looked... dead.

"Mom!!" I shouted, I caught the attention of some of the officers. I tried to go to her, but they stopped me.

Thick tears ran down my cheeks, my normally pale cheeks turned red out of irritated skin, the bangs of my white hair slicked down and became wet. I kept saying, "Mom!" over and over again, thinking that would bring her back. Now, I could do nothing. I just fell onto my knees and cried towards our wood flooring, my vision becoming blurry and fogged. 

How...

How could she do this to me... to herself... To this family... 

I was alone now.

"Sir... Are you the only one here..?" An officer asked and all I did was nod, "Do you have anywhere you can stay? Friends? Family members?"

I shook my head.

I had no friends. No family. Maybe I should just leave... the earth.. 

"Well you can't stay here... we'll get someone to drive you to the police station, you can stay there for today and we'll find a good place for you later... Okay?" The officer was talking very calmly to me, but I wasn't being very calm..

"I still.. I still have to go to school..." I murmured quietly, "I need to get dressed.. then.." I coughed. I could barely talk.

"Well go and get dressed, then we'll take you to school.." She pat me gently on the shoulder and I stood, walking back up to my bedroom. I got undressed and then pulled on a bat shirt and a pair of skinny jeans along with my black converse. I glanced over to Jeremy's jacket and sighed, I grabbed it off the hook and pulled it on, buttoning it up and looking at it. Then my gaze fell to a piece of paper on the floor, it looked like it had fallen out of the pocket. 

I bent down and picked it up, unfolding it. It revealed Jeremy's number, my cheeks ignited in a blush. I gripped it between my fingers and moved it back into the pocket of the jacket, would he listen to me about my mom.... Do I have a friend?

I shook my head, my thoughts becoming clouded about my mom again. I became immediately sad again, I sighed and walked downstairs. 

"I'm ready..."