Dear Diary (Part 4)
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April 1st, 2017
The changes hadn't receded at all by morning so I had to greet Mom and Dad as I was. Mom was confused, but Dad had one of his big, stupid grins on his face. He asked if I had been around Hannah again and I fudged the truth some. They didn't need to know about Norman confronting us, or that I had actually been changing in front of either of them. Dad spent breakfast telling me stories about what it had been like for him as a young wolf. He told me how he'd feel compelled to be away from his home for days at a time, content to roam the surrounding forests on his parents land and beyond. It was cool hearing that my dad had actually done some pretty fun things when he was my age. But Mom quickly quieted him down saying that times weren't like back then. Kids couldn't just go where they pleased and it was more likely that people were around, even in those wild places.
I thought about calling Hannah today to talk about the other night, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I kept thinking that I would say something dumb or be caught-off guard if she asked questions. It's better if I let her reach out first.
April 3rd, 2017
First thing Hannah said to me when she saw me today was ?Thank you.? That was a good start. Then I swallowed a frog in my throat when she followed that up with ?Are you ok now? Something was happening to you, and I couldn't find you afterward.? I tried to play it off that she must have been seeing things from being knocked against the wall, but she furrowed her brow and shook her head. She told me that it wasn't the normal me back there, that there had been something else. Then she had to guilt trip me saying that she had been honest with me so I should be honest with her.
So I was.
I pulled her aside and led her into an empty boy's bathroom where I showed her what was left of my tail and the scraps of fur on my belly. My heart was pounding a mile-a-minute, and besides being wide-eyed she was silent. I yelped in surprised when she reached out to touch my tail and it started going back and forth from how nervous I was. She plastered herself back against the wall in shock, and my face turned beet red. With a stammer I told her that I wasn't like other people. Hannah said she already knew that even before I had shown her what I did. The class bell rang, and I asked if the two of us were still cool. She nodded, and carefully peeked out of the bathroom. ?We're cool, but tomorrow can we not meet here? I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea.?
I laughed. That was fine by me.
April 4th, 2017
Spoke to Hannah a little while longer today and she was genuinely interested in learning more about me and what I am. She went on and on with all of these different questions. She asked me what it felt like when I changed, if I had always been a wolf, if anyone else in my family was one, things like that. When I asked her why she hadn't just run away from me when I first showed her that I was still changing back she said that she had liked listening to fairy tales her mother would tell her before bed. In those stories anything could happen, and if you had a dream it could come true with a little bit of magic or hard work. Seeing me changing to keep Norman away had made her feel like she had been thrown into one of those stories. But she said I wasn't like most of the story wolves, that I was a good kind, and so she wanted to be good to me because I had protected her.
Man I was going to start crying right then and there. That made me feel so good to hear that. You don't know what it's like seeing stories and pictures of yourself as the bad guy all the time. Mom makes me hide this, and Dad's been better about it lately, but I finally feel like I did something right for a change.
She asked if it would be possible for her to see me change at some point. She was the one who got beet red then, but I don't know. That's always been a me and dad thing whenever he's been around. I know I can control myself in my other shape, but still...it's a big jump for me. I told her I'd think about it, but that if I was still a little stuck in between again that I'd let her know.