The Journey to Acceptance Pt. 1 Reworked
#1 of The Journey to Acceptance
Time...that's all I seem to have nowadays. Ever since that day, the day that changed everything, I've been walking the streets of this world. Ever since I met you, and accepted the gift you had to offer me, I thought things would get better. It was difficult to control in the beginning seeing as to my whole body having to undergo major changes due to my DNA being altered to be able to accept what was happening to me. But once I got the hang of it you would think that nothing happened to me, besides having a sudden change in height and muscle tone. Things went so well for the longest time. I was still the same person I always was before I met you, just with obvious physical changes.
What was going so well eventually had to do a one-eighty...figures. For ten wonderful and eventful years my secret never got out.
It wasn't until the end of the tenth year that people started to show suspicion of my well being. Who wouldn't be suspicious of someone you've known their whole life when you came to the conclusion that they haven't aged a day for the longest time.
Of course I managed to avoid the onslaught of questions they threw at me, but it wouldn't work forever as I soon discovered. My family would find out sooner or later and eventually they were able to corner me with no hope for escape. Rather than risk harming the people that I love more than anything, I showed them the truth of my true nature.
Their reactions were...predicable to say the least. Anyone would react the same way when you see something that isn't possible standing before your very eyes.
How I wished I could read minds then, as nothing prepared me for the cold words they said to me. "You are not my son!" my mother said to me as my brother and sisters say "You are not our brother!". Those words... those cold words tore me apart as I heard them say them to me. Nothing I said that only I would know proved to them that it was really me under the, as they said, monster in front of them. They just countered with whatever excuse they could think of to avoid accepting me for what I am now. I tried to plead my case to them. Tried to make them see that it really is me. It was to no avail.
I was drawn to tears. My voice was failing me as I desperately tried to make them understand, make them see that it really is me. The longer this drove on the more tears I shed. Their minds only processed what they saw. Refusing to believe what was in their hearts. As they knew it was me but didn't want to accept it.
My heart couldn't take it. I broke away from them and ran out the front door, not noticing, in my grief, that I sent my mother, the very women that gave me life, across the room onto the glass table. The force of the blow along with the shattering of the glass was enough to silence her. How could I have known! My heart was in pieces after being rejected by the very people I thought would be there for me not matter what. I had to get away, had to get those heartbreaking words out of my head.
It wasn't until a few hours later when I went back home to see if things cooled down that I overheard them talking. I stuck to the shadows to avoid confronting them, as what they were discussing would have caused another heart shattering scene. It seems that they just got home from the hospital and that my mother was now dead due to the injury I inflicted on her. I was now horror struck. I have never been one for violence, though I have harmed my younger sister when my temper got the better of me, but I was not capable of something this extreme. I would always talk about how I would beat someone's ass if they ever pushed me past my limit or if they hurt my family, but it was just talk. I am not capable of that, it just isn't me!
Once again I was struck by grief. I had to make a run for it. The authorities would be after me and would most likely be after answers. Answers that would put me in a science facility under the most advanced surveillance technology to date as they tested on me.
I ran for miles, making sure to make use of the lakes along the way to make sure the dogs they would most likely use to track me wouldn't locate my scent.
I eventually found a cave that was abandoned, as I didn't detect anything inside, and took refuge in it for the night. My dreams plagued by the events that just took place merely hours earlier.
When I awoke the next mourning I thought deeply about these past years and my current situation.
I became something that people only dreamt and wrote stories of. Life was going so well for me up until twenty-four hours ago when the truth became known. I didn't know what to do. The past can't be undone. My mother's death would forever haunt my mind.
I began to cry again as I couldn't contain my sadness any longer. I unintentionally killed my mother. The sheer gravity of it too much for anyone to bear. For hours on end I shed tears of grief and regret. It wasn't until mid-afternoon that I was able to collect myself enough to think of a course of action.
My mind considered suicide, but it wouldn't work. Death wouldn't be so easy for me to achieve given my increased healing capabilities. I'd just get back up as if nothing had ever happened. Such a bitter-sweet ability given my current situation.
Out of the limited scenarios I could come up with, it wasn't until I was able to really rack my brain hard enough that I came up with the one solution that could make everything right again. You! Why didn't I think of You sooner!?!? At first, I considered this power a blessing, but now it seems to be nothing but a curse. A curse that you placed on me! I know that I could've said no to what you were offering, could've walked away, but you made it sound so good that I the consequences never occurred to me.
Nevertheless, I had to find You in order to obtain the answers that I now seek. I still remember what You told me when we first met. That if I ever needed to find you to go There. The place where you told me to go should I ever have need to find you.
With my goal and destination in mind, I started the journey that would lead me to you. Hopefully at journey's end...everything will be made right.
Getting to you will be difficult, since I'm most likely going to be wanted for murder, however; this curse will protect me. I howl to the sky with an iron resolve so that those hearing my cry will know that none will stand in my way.
After all, I'm a werewolf, and this is my journey...The Journey to Acceptance!
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My first story and I hope I did good on it. This first part I thought should explain the main characters history. His name will be in the next part as will the mysterious entity. Idk if I will do sex scenes until later on in the story as I myself am a virgin (AND PROUD!!!) and don't know how to approach said scenes. Anyway let me know what u think of this first part.