22/27 - Beautiful Scars on Critical Veins

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“What the matter?” I asked when we got into the apartment and had the door closed.
   She just stared, making me nervous. “What happened?” I mumbled, suddenly scared. Alexander sat down beside me, also looking at her. She smiled but it was forced. Crouching down, she stroked his head and then sat down on the ground. I got even more fearful. “Melissa?”
   “Plane crashed.” She said. “We weren’t told.”
   “What plane?”
   A tear fell from her eye but she kept smiling. I could tell there was something seriously wrong. “Dad’s jet.” She eventually choked out. “The engine was clogged and they didn’t know. It fell seven miles into ocean and was recovered yesterday.”
   All of a sudden, my heart stopped for a split second. I froze in place and goose bumps were put all over my arms and legs. I stopped being so happy and she stopped smiling. When she let it get to her and she gave up on being strong, Alexander whined and licked her face, moving onto her lap. She hugged him hard.
   The only thing that I could seem to do was stand. My legs wouldn’t move and neither would my head. Melissa’s sobbing was no longer audible because there was a high pitched sound in my ear, deafening me. “Is that why you were crying yesterday?” I asked, head turning to face her. I still couldn’t hear her but she shook her head no.
   I tried my best to read her lips. “It was just a bad day.” I took a deep breath in but it shook. I kept staring at her, and I noticed that tears were rolling down my face. I hadn’t noticed before.
   “I-I’m sorry.” Melissa said, and the buzzing left. I remained still. Why was it effecting me so much? I never liked them. Dad emotionally and physically abused me at any chance and mom was selfish. They didn’t deserve to be grieved over.
   Even so I found myself falling to my knees. I sat on my legs and my head ducked into my lap, and I started weeping and whimpering uncontrollably. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t get up or even move my arms that were covering my face and in my lap. Melissa let go of Alexander and moved over to me, hugging my back as that was all she could do. I couldn’t return it because I couldn’t move.
   I was there for an hour. Alexander laid beside me the entire time, often whimpering back. Pity. Melissa had forced herself up after only ten minutes to get started on dinner, though I heard her crying a lot too and cursing because she kept dropping things. I managed to stutter out that she should just order pizza, but she was in one of her headstrong moods.
   Once I was able to get up, I stalked off to my room slowly, staggering and leaning against walls. Everything seemed so difficult. All I could think about was mom and dad and what happened; I saw the plane underwater, I saw their lifeless and drowned bodies, I saw the funeral. Once I had gotten to my room, I shut the door but didn’t lock it and fell onto my bed. Alexander managed to get in just before I closed the door, accept his tail got caught and so he yelped. I swiftly opened it again and he ran in, then I closed it again.
   When I fell on the bed, he jumped up and laid on my back, whining. He started licking something on my head, so I reached over and felt ears – werewolf ears. I didn’t care and continued breaking down anyway. Alexander kept sniffing my ears and tail but I didn’t care. He eventually stopped and settled down beside me.
   “Dinner.” Melissa said dully, walking into my room. “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.” She said, kissed my forehead fondly, and then left without another word or action.
   I didn’t have strength at that moment so when I did, I very slowly sat up. It was weird to sit down with a tail just above my butt, but I dealt with it. It wrapped around my side, completely still. I ate ¾ of it until I really couldn’t eat anymore. It was a big portion. I gave the rest to Alexander, who ate everything left. My hands returned to my face and I resumed my crying. Why wasn’t I thirsty and how were there still some left?
   When Alexander finished I made myself stand and slowly walked to the kitchen with it. I put it in the dishwasher and took water from the fridge, two bottles, then went back to my room. I passed Melissa’s door and heard her talking to somebody, probably the date on her phone, also crying and breathing weirdly. I ducked my head all the way back to my room. Alexander was waiting patiently, laying across half of the bed. I set one bottle on my bedside table and then sat on the edge of my bed, drinking an entire bottle without stopping for breath.
   Afterwards I got underneath my blanket, letting Alexander under too, and then attempted to fall asleep. I couldn’t, to say the least. Every time I came close, I woke up again. Around 5am, I slept, and woke again an hour later. Half an hour after that, I fell asleep again. This happened until 10am when I made myself get up.

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