Fumbling with the clear wrapper, I pulled at both ends of the twisted paper until it unravelled to reveal a lime green orb of green apple flavoured goodness.

Popping the hard candy into my mouth, I could hear Viviana's heels clicking against the sidewalk as she walked away from me and headed towards her own home, which was the opposite of where I was going.

With our backs to each other, I began moving forward. I shoved both of my hands into my front hoodie pocket, fiddling with my trusty lighter that was covered in mini ice-creams with faces on them, while I stared down at the path ahead of me, and continued to kick away any rocks that were standing in my way.

Not paying attention to where I was going, but rather watching my feet push forward and hit the ground, someone's shoulder slammed hard into mine, sending me backward.

"Watch it, human," the man passing me spat, glaring as he towered over my much shorter body, making me feel smaller than I already was.

"S-sorry," I mumbled, knowing very well that he could hear me, and staggered as I tried getting up from the side of a random shop wall, ignoring the pain in my lower back from hitting it against a rebel brick that was sticking out. Now, my back felt even worse.

All the man did was scoff in response as he continued stomping down the sidewalk, his hands shoved into his coat pockets and his dirty blond hair long enough for the wind to blow through it. He glanced back for just a moment, I watched as he sneered down at me and I couldn't help but notice how his amber eyes darkened.

Werewolves, I thought to myself, at least they're not all like that one.

Turning away from him, I began walking at my normal speed, a jogging pace of 'I know I'm slow but I'm walking as fast as my little legs can take me'.

The shops soon disappeared completely, the last few were blocks away from the other buildings as the small shops began separating from each other. Soon enough, I was walking on the familiar dirt path with thick trees at my sides, engulfed by one of the many forest areas.

Going up my empty driveway, I shook my head at the lack of a parked car.

Unlocking my front door, I pushed it open easily and entered my empty house, the sound of the TV still turned on hit my ears as I heard new voices, speaking and laughing.

Heading into my kitchen, the feeling of loneliness filled me at the sight of the handwritten note on the fridge, and as I looked back through another doorway entrance, one that was connected to the open living room, I could see the clear, empty bottle of alcohol sitting on top of the coffee table.

Reading the note aloud, muttering each word, "Gone out with friends, love Dad."

More like drinking buddies, I thought bitterly, ripping the note off the fridge, crushing it into a ball and tossing it into the near garbage can.

With quick and harsh steps forward, I turned off the living room TV with the help of a taped up broken remote, I went up the stairs and straight into my bedroom where I threw myself on top of my bed, sighing into the pillow that was being squished in my arms.

I rolled over to be on my back, my head hanging a little over the side of the bed as I turned my face to look over at my side table where the same picture that has been there for years seemed to always stare back at me.

Groaning, I sat up and placed my hand on top of the old frame, pulling it down so that it didn't show the picture that was inside. The more I thought about it, the more I was beginning to think that it was haunting me.

Everything about it was a ghost. The picture itself showed a happier version of myself, it reminded me of a time when everyone around me was truly happy about life, and it wouldn't stop reminding me. Even the note on the back, the meaning of the words seemed to now only tell me a sentence that had managed to drill itself into my mind, 'that was when you mattered'. The photograph acted as a constant reminder that she's gone and nothing will ever go back to being the same.

My face twisted and contorted as an ache in my chest appeared, a lump had already formed in the back of my throat, and I had started sniffling as salty tears began rolling unevenly down my cheeks.

Now all I have is an emotionally distant, alcohol obsessed father and a mother buried six feet under.

I wiped at my face with the back of my hands, feeling the heat from my cheeks, then I placed them over my eyes as I tried calming myself down, my lips quivering and making those strange crying sounds as I sucked in air through my puffy lips.

Today was not my day.

Throwing my legs over the side of the bed and pushing myself off completely, I slowly shuffled across the hardwood floor until I was standing in front of my big window. Climbing over the side of it and sitting, but also kind of laying, on my soft cushion window seat as I peered out at the view from my window.

My body instantly sunk into the cushion, and I gladly let it. Feeling the comfort of the fabric, I threw on the short blanket that I always kept at the bottom of my window seat and I let it wrap around me like a cocoon.

Before leaning back deeper into the seat, I made sure to crack open the window just enough to feel a breeze of air. Soon I found myself dozing off as the sun began falling and soon enough stars had started filling up the dark sky.

My eyes had finally closed to a comfortable spot, my body snug against the seat as my breathing slowed down to a sleepy state and I had officially begun falling asleep with the help of the full moon.

Finding myself gazing down at my pale hands, I moved them around in front of me as I breathed in the clean air. Lifting up my head from facing the ground and up towards the sky where I was met with staring into the bright, full moon as it stained my showing skin with a blue hue.

My hands rolled down my sides to feel the silky fabric of the white dress that was hanging onto me, and out of the corner of my eye I could see my brown hair straightened down. I stood up from the darkened green grass, feeling it tickle the bottom of my feet, and I had started walking forward to the castle-like building that was up high above my body as it seemed to call out to me as though it was a siren. My bare feet hit the ground softly with every step I took, and as I walked up the hard stairs I put my hands out to push on the upcoming door. Entering easily, I walked straight in.

Then I heard the voices.

Curiosity getting the best of me, I followed the voices until I was standing in the entrance of a giant room, and letting my hands hold onto the sides of the tall doorway, I stood there, listening and watching.

There stood a throne with a man carelessly sitting on top of it, leaning his large body back as he let the moon shine onto his skin. The moon acted as a path for my eyes as they finally started noticing the blood dripping down his chest as he smiled darkly, his hair matted in the dried crimson colour. I watched as his lips started moving, "And? I don't see a problem."

Following his gaze, my coffee eyes landed on a sparkling woman who stood confidently in front of him, one hand on her hip as she stared at the man with no fear in her sharp blue eyes. The moon also helped in showing her off, as though it was a stage light, the woman tall in a long, white gown that nearly matched her fair skin.

"I can't let you get away with it," she told him, her voice firm yet soft, caring.

"Yes, you can," he said in his deep, alluring voice as he stood up to a towering height, and placed a fancy cup that was gripped in his hand, full of an enticing liquid that I've never seen before, down on the ground.

"You don't understand," her voice filled with sadness as she held out her hands, her body practically levitating towards him as her hands cupped his strong face, "I must do something."

"What, Mother? What must you do?" He pleaded her, begging to know, but there was something about him that showed he wasn't worried.

"Do not hate me," she smiled gently.

His eyebrows furrowed, but before he could respond his full lips twisted painfully as he bent over, his body tipping and falling far from the throne as he groaned, "M-Mother, what did you do?"

"What I had to," she whispered and turned away from him, holding her hands against her chest as she shut her eyes, a single tear falling down her cheek as she heard him struggling to move behind her.

The man groaned as his body weakened, lifting up his head from off of the floor while his hand was reaching towards the cup that was half empty at the side of his throne, but then realization flashed over his green eyes as he gritted through his teeth, "Wolfsbane."

My body rested against the doorway as I stared down at the man, my legs shaking as I held on tight to the entrance.

My heart was beating hard in my chest, and as he looked away from the cup, my eyes widened as his own snapped to mine.

Opposite of what I thought, the moon wasn't on my side. I jumped awake with a loud gasp, acting as though someone had just thrown a bucket of ice-cold water over me as the sound of a resonating howl echoed through my entire room, but this was very different from what I was used to as I heard the deep, low howl of a wolf while the rest of his pack followed in tune, sending off the same message, the celebrating of an awakening.

'I'm back'.