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TrueConfessionsofaWerewolf ch2

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From that day on life was different. Instead of going to work my father stayed home and set to work constructing a shed, my mum would get weepy eyed every time she looked at the shed. She always seemed sure to get me what I wanted and be sure that I was comfortable. By week’s end I was capable of walking but I dared not to venture outside on my own.

Every time I neared the door I would get images of the attack flashing in my head. Most nights then not, I would wake up screaming from a nightmare I had, the wolf haunted every one. I am certain that if my six-year-old self were faced with a boggart, it would have taken the form of that wolf.

Two weeks went by and my already restless nights were broken up even more. I had trouble sleeping not because of the nightmares though, just a general inability to sleep.

Hearing this would cause my mum to fret, bite her lip, and pull lightly at her shoulder length blonde hair. I couldn’t understand why all this was about until it had been nearly a month since I had been bitten. It was then that my father sat me down at the kitchen table. He told me that he wanted to talk. Mum was there too, biting her lip and tugging lightly at her hair again, as she paced the floor. I was almost certain she was going to ware a hole in the kitchen’s blue carpeting.

“Remus,” began my father he looked at the table rather than at me though it was a bit off to the side while we sat face to face.

“I have some difficult information to share with you,” continued my dad venturing to look up at me and lock eyes, expressing the full seriousness of the situation.

“The night you were attacked was a full moon,” stated my dad slowly, “There is reason to believe that the wolf that attacked you that night was no ordinary wolf but rather a werewolf.”

“Then – then that means I’m one too?” I asked my cheeks flushed. My mind was trying to calculate the meaning of it all

“There is a chance that it was a normal wolf,” offered my mom, wanting to keep me comforted as possible.

“But there is still a chance that it was,” continued my dad, a grim look on his face, “This is why when the full moon comes you are going to have to spend the night in the shed I built.”

“I’m going to have to out there?” I asked pointing out the kitchen window to the shack. I was still scared to go outside the prospect of having the spend the night outside frightened me even more, especially if I was going to have to be that wolf!

“I know you’re scared honey,” cooed my mom approaching me to place her hand on the side of my face, “but it’s to protect you and your father and I.”

My mother’s eyes were filled with tears though she didn’t let a single one drop. I think she held them back for my sake. And knowing that she was putting on a brave face for me I knew I could do the same for her.

I mustered all my strength together and nodded solemnly, “I’ll do it.”

There was a grim sort of determination on my face, and it was here that I think I grew up, loosing some of that sweep precious innocence of childhood.

“That a boy,” congratulated my father as he patted my shoulder, “Now Remus, before the full moon arrived, there is much I want you to know…”

From there my father delved into a deep and intensive explanation of werewolves. Any and all information known about them my dad was certain to make sure I knew it.

“Do you understand?” asked my father at the end of his explanation. By nom my mum had taken a seat, and her attention was intently focused on me as if to be sure that I was handling this new information well. To be honest at the time there was so much my mind was trying to process, that I did not get it all, but I understood enough. I understood that I was going to have to spend the night in the shed, and that if I was a werewolf there was going to be some pain. Little did I know how much. Transformations are excruciatingly painful, something no one but a werewolf can conceive. As a six-year-old I was frightened to death of the concept of being werewolf, but wide eyed I nodded my head indicating I understood what my father had explained to me.

“That’s my boy,” answered my dad, pride was in his voice as he grasped my shoulder. My mom blinked her eyes repeatedly and held a bit of smile on her face.

When the time came for me to go into the shed I must admit that I was petrified. The whole concept of one being out side alone would be enough to make any kid in my shoes wan t to cry, but to also be faced with the fact that I may very well be the monster who attacked me that was frightening beyond belief. But I knew my duty; I had to go out to that shed. My mum dressed me in old worn robes that once belonged to my father, and then the three of us walked out to the shed.

“Now don’t you worry Remus,” assured my mum tears in her eyes, “We are going to be right here on the other side of the shed door,” she sniffed as a tear rolled down her cheek. I nodded my head.

“Come along dear,” grimly instructed my dad. My mother drew me into a tight embrace before stepping back toward the door of the shed.

Before fully leaving, my mum stated, “We’ll be sure to open the door first thing in the morning.” She wiped a few more tears from her face as they fell.

“I’ll be locking the door magically,” my dad informed me his wand out as he slowly closed the door to the shed.

With the door shut and locked I was enveloped in darkness, I immediately sat on the dirt floor of the shed and allowed silent tears to fall. I knew I was alone in this, and that is what I think frightened me the most.

An hour or two passed before anything began to happen. The first thing I noticed was the hair on the back of my neck standing on end, with a sudden and intense increase in the five senses. I did not have time to explore these new found senses, for that was when it hit, the first wave of pain. It caused my body to go rigid and I started to shake. I didn’t initially make a sound for the pain had caught me short of breath. Next to happen was for everything to move and contour in shape and form. A yell escaped and issued forth from my mouth but it was quickly transformed into a howl.

Now normally I do not have recollections of being the wolf but this night there were parts of it that I remembered vividly. At this time I hadn’t quite learned to hide and sleep while the wolf was in control. As the wolf I remember smelling humans non-wolf kind. There was an intense desire to get at them. As the wolf lunged at the shed door to kill them, I realized that these humans were my parents. I screamed and yelled for the wolf to stop, but it insisted. I had no control, it was here that my mind naturally retreated within itself and I went to sleep having no more conscious awareness of the wolf’s actions that night.

My next memory was waking up with a groan and pain as my mum wiped my forehead with a cool rag. Her eyes were blood shot and she looked worn. I wanted to sit up and ask what had happened, but I was too tired and weak. There was a general pain and aching in every part of me.

“It’s over now Remus. You rest now, everything will be all right,” whispered my mum.

With no acknowledgement of my mum’s words my eyes closed and I was asleep once more. When next I wok my pain wasn’t as intense. There was a dull ache here and there mainly in the joints. My arms stung a bit and were wrapped and dressed.

“Mum?” I croaked looking around the room; it was so empty and quiet. I didn’t want to venture out on my own. I was still a bit scared and I didn’t quite trust my legs yet.

As I sat in the quiet empty room, fear and panic seemed to grip me, with a cracked voice I called out “Mum!” It was a matter of second and my mum was in the room wide eyed, worry etched on her face.

“It’s okay Remus, it is all over,” soothed my mum sitting on the edge of my bed and embracing me. I cried a bit as she held me.

“You’ve been asleep twelve hours, would you like something to eat?

“Yes,” I said nodding my head pulling away from the familiarity of my mothers comforting embrace.

“I’ll get you some broth then,” answered my mum getting up to leave.

“Wait!” I called, grabbing her hand; I couldn’t stand the thought of being alone just yet.

“Remus,” reacted my mum in a slightly surprised manner, “It’s okay, you are safe and I will be right back.”

I nodded and let my mom’s hand go, knowing that she would be back soon.

As years passed, I learned to cope and deal with the werewolf. It is my curse, one I must live with.
Chapter two of True Confessions of a Werewolf.

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Some minor misspellings, but well written, once again.