Post by LoneWolf on Jun 9, 2009 19:08:58 GMT -8
My mother finally dumped one of her worse boyfriends. I hated him. More then the others. But my mother had had a lot of boyfriends. I hate to call her my mother though. With this last one... Of course she didn't watch me. That is she seemed to catch me when I made a mistake that wold effect her. If that happened I would get yelled at and hit. I couldn't stay with my father. Not that he was much better. He liked the bottle a little to much. That is, he was a drunk. Still is.
I think the worse part about having bad parents is seeing them in everyone you meet. So your wary and some times just don't want to give any one a chance because you think they're like your parents. I should know better. But it doesn't help my decisions. I don't really know who to trust. Considering the ones who were supposed to teach me and guide me, think I'm a monster. Why? Because I'm a walker of course. I can turn into a coyote and vampire powers don't affect me, neither does their venom. As a coyote I'm a little faster, but I can certainly hear, smell and see better. Even as a human my senses are better, because I am a walker. But I wish I was normal. Maybe my mom could have accepted me and would have been better to me or something. Who knows?
I've run away five times. Six now. The first time I was five. It was four years after my first shift into a coyote. Mom had gotten mad at me because I had shifted in front of one of her 'friends'. She had called me an animal and screamed at me. Only hitting me once the friend left. I had scared her 'friend' a lot. Really I thought it was funny. Mom didn't. I left for a week before the police found me. Since I was young I really couldn't stay a coyote long. I wanted human company. That's what got me caught.
The second time I was seven. I had gotten tired of the screaming, mom had thrown a plate at me and it had hit my shoulder and broken. I was wearing shoes so my feet weren't cut. But my face and shoulder were hurt. I left out the back door after yelling at mom through my crying. I just didn't understand why she was like that to me. I was found by a store manager. They had posters up of me in the store. I happened to pass by and he stopped me after he had called the police. He culled me into the store by offering food. I did eat. But I would rather starve then return to my mother. To bad. That's not what happened.
The third time was just for a night. I was eight and mom didn't even call it into the police. If I hadn't gotten shot by that hunter I wouldn't have gone home. But I needed to get cleaned up. Mom of course yelled at me. I didn't get hit though. That was the best thing that had happened that day.
The fourth was for a couple days when I was eight. I stayed a coyote for two days before slipping back into my room through the window as a human. Mom did hit me. She screamed a lot too. I ignored most of it. But her words were starting to hurt me. I really thought no one cared. Since I had no friends. My family didn't like me, hated me. At least the part I knew. And if that's how this part was I never want to meet the others.
The fifth. I was twelve. Originally I had seriously thought I wasn't needed. That I should get rid of myself. But I spent the year, yes year, as a coyote. I stayed away from all society. But I made a mistake. I turned. I needed, I craved human company. So I spoke with some people for a while. But later, they found out who I really was. That I had been missing. They then, of course, called the police. Who returned them to my 'thankful' mother. She went on about how I was a problem child. Always running off. And that she would do better to watch me.
That was a bunch of crap. Cause look at where I am now. I'm fifteen. I've been gone for about two years. Thirteen was when I ran. Now I'm fifteen. You may wonder why I never told anyone about my mother. I don't know. I guess even though she wasn't what I wanted, or even what a mother should act like. She was still my mother. No matter how much I hate her. But now, I don't have to deal with her. And I don't have to deal with any of her 'friends'. It's better now. Even if I'm more coyote then human now. I'm more friendly then most people would be in my situation. I guess I'm not so wary because I can use the fact that I'm a walker to keep me safe. If something goes wrong, I'll change and run. I'm not afraid to run. Coyote's aren't afraid to run. Walker who has embraced her coyote... That's what I am. And it works for me. No matter what anyone, even my parents think...
**The thing with the boyfriend, well, I haven't really decided. XD Just not a good person. Like most the people her parents have hung out with...
I think the worse part about having bad parents is seeing them in everyone you meet. So your wary and some times just don't want to give any one a chance because you think they're like your parents. I should know better. But it doesn't help my decisions. I don't really know who to trust. Considering the ones who were supposed to teach me and guide me, think I'm a monster. Why? Because I'm a walker of course. I can turn into a coyote and vampire powers don't affect me, neither does their venom. As a coyote I'm a little faster, but I can certainly hear, smell and see better. Even as a human my senses are better, because I am a walker. But I wish I was normal. Maybe my mom could have accepted me and would have been better to me or something. Who knows?
I've run away five times. Six now. The first time I was five. It was four years after my first shift into a coyote. Mom had gotten mad at me because I had shifted in front of one of her 'friends'. She had called me an animal and screamed at me. Only hitting me once the friend left. I had scared her 'friend' a lot. Really I thought it was funny. Mom didn't. I left for a week before the police found me. Since I was young I really couldn't stay a coyote long. I wanted human company. That's what got me caught.
The second time I was seven. I had gotten tired of the screaming, mom had thrown a plate at me and it had hit my shoulder and broken. I was wearing shoes so my feet weren't cut. But my face and shoulder were hurt. I left out the back door after yelling at mom through my crying. I just didn't understand why she was like that to me. I was found by a store manager. They had posters up of me in the store. I happened to pass by and he stopped me after he had called the police. He culled me into the store by offering food. I did eat. But I would rather starve then return to my mother. To bad. That's not what happened.
The third time was just for a night. I was eight and mom didn't even call it into the police. If I hadn't gotten shot by that hunter I wouldn't have gone home. But I needed to get cleaned up. Mom of course yelled at me. I didn't get hit though. That was the best thing that had happened that day.
The fourth was for a couple days when I was eight. I stayed a coyote for two days before slipping back into my room through the window as a human. Mom did hit me. She screamed a lot too. I ignored most of it. But her words were starting to hurt me. I really thought no one cared. Since I had no friends. My family didn't like me, hated me. At least the part I knew. And if that's how this part was I never want to meet the others.
The fifth. I was twelve. Originally I had seriously thought I wasn't needed. That I should get rid of myself. But I spent the year, yes year, as a coyote. I stayed away from all society. But I made a mistake. I turned. I needed, I craved human company. So I spoke with some people for a while. But later, they found out who I really was. That I had been missing. They then, of course, called the police. Who returned them to my 'thankful' mother. She went on about how I was a problem child. Always running off. And that she would do better to watch me.
That was a bunch of crap. Cause look at where I am now. I'm fifteen. I've been gone for about two years. Thirteen was when I ran. Now I'm fifteen. You may wonder why I never told anyone about my mother. I don't know. I guess even though she wasn't what I wanted, or even what a mother should act like. She was still my mother. No matter how much I hate her. But now, I don't have to deal with her. And I don't have to deal with any of her 'friends'. It's better now. Even if I'm more coyote then human now. I'm more friendly then most people would be in my situation. I guess I'm not so wary because I can use the fact that I'm a walker to keep me safe. If something goes wrong, I'll change and run. I'm not afraid to run. Coyote's aren't afraid to run. Walker who has embraced her coyote... That's what I am. And it works for me. No matter what anyone, even my parents think...
**The thing with the boyfriend, well, I haven't really decided. XD Just not a good person. Like most the people her parents have hung out with...
