The Wolf Under My Skin

A full moon signifies a lot of things in the supernatural world. Many believed it was the time spirits of dead people visited their loved ones, others believed it to be a time where the world was at its best, when things could never go wrong and if anything did, it was seen as a bad omen. I’d leave people to focus on whatever they wanted to believe , its none of my business anyways. I have a totally different opinion about the full moon, I believe the moon to be just another star in our sky that comes to shed its light on us when the time is due. It was the only reasonable explanation. I’m more into seeing is believing than rumors or legends and myths. I was never a fan of those words because I always believe them to be cooked up stories, all the time. I live an interesting life to be honest, that is, if you define loneliness as interesting, although I wasn’t totally lonely; I have friends, well not exactly “close” type of friends, nah I ain’t close to anyone, I didn’t need to, just people I talk with whenever I was at work or bored. I live alone, in my comfy home with the items needed to make anybody (no matter how gluttony or carefree) to survive for decades. Not to exaggerate. Hell yeah, there are THAT much. I bought them. In fact, I built the house, stocked it and did everything required to keep me going for years just because I didn’t want to be bothered about the vanities of life. I’ve always been the solitary type and I must say that I quite enjoy it. Some say from dust we came, to dust we will go and in those words, I always take note of one thing; it is singularly evident. I was born alone, no brother or sister, just me. My dad wasn’t exactly alive when it happened. I later found out he was torn to bits by some animal while on a hike on unfortunate day, my mother couldn’t bear the sorrow and she did the inevitable... no, she didn’t kill her self nor did she jump into a river to drown her sorrows. No, she did something far worse; she abandoned me! Took care of me for three years and some months until, I guess one day she got bored and decided to leave me alone by myself. I was found by a group of hunters looking for big game, and sure enough I would have been, probably shot by one of them because they said and I quote he cried like a little beast, unlike anything we’ve ever heard. Yeah, it was THAT bad. I was strange in every aspect, because apart from looking like a human being, I never really considered myself as mortal. Ironic, right? I have blood flowing through my veins and a beating heart but still, I always saw myself as a superior being, a being with a bigger purpose, a bigger self-importance. I still have the mindset buried deep within my mind but the rigors of life and the strains of adulthood have made them nothing more than a distant thought. Anyways, enough with the talk, my alarm is still ringing since about five minutes ago and here I am, still in bed. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Mr. Richard won’t be pleased but to hell with him, I’ve had enough of the old scoundrel. Oh f**k it, I’m gonna lose my job if I don’t get up right now, but why am I so paralyzed by laziness? Is this normal? Oh yeah, because I do it every friggin’ morning. Don’t laugh. I’m not crazy. I just like taking my time in doing things. I turn on the shower and let the water pour heavily on my lazy bones and skin. ‘Im getting too old for this’ I mutter, heck I am. I’m 23. Lol. I’m definitely too “old” for this. I don’t do breakfast, fast food is better. I wear my clothes and shoes in a hurry. ‘Richard’s gonna kill me’ I say to myself as I look at the time and find that I am already ten minutes late for work. As quick as I can, I fling myself out of the house, sure I locked the door behind me, it may be in the woods but that doesn’t guarantee that it’s safe. Running as if I am being chased, one of the best exercises I can give myself, sprinting almost a mile to the bus station but I always see it as a piece of cake, that is, anytime I am late for work. Today being one of those days and I am already Tarzan dashing through the woods furiously, except Tarzan doesn’t wear a matching suit and tie or shoes. I’ve been told to move close to my work place but that ain’t no fun, is it? I ignore all these advices and continue my everyday marathon; for two years! Surely now you see why I wasn’t very eager to get out of bed? My actions are justified. I stop dead in my tracks immediately I catch the sight of a huge monstrosity that dashed across the path in front of me like a big black smoke. I have never seen anything run so fast. What could it be? A bear? Oh, it’d better not be, but are there bears in Arizona? I haven’t heard anyone report about it ever since I moved in years ago or is this one a loose one from the city’s zoo? Oh man, I don’t have time for this, I relax my mind and slow down my breathing so I can hear clearly, I look at my watch again, TWENTY FIVE MINUTES LATE! ‘Oh s**t’ I throw caution to the wind and double my pace. I will very much prefer death by a bear than to lose my job. Nope. I make it to the bus station and as if an angel is watching over me, another bus is just arriving, it’ll take at least ten more minutes before I get to work, my mind has already cooked up a billion excuses, not as if they would work but it’s worth a try. I fly inside like a sparrow being chased by a kite and pray for the driver to drive as fast as possible. Well, looks like I am in luck, the driver is in a sour mood and isn’t ready to wait a minute longer, he crushes the pedal and the vehicle roars in response. ‘Hey, watch it! Where’d you learn to drive?’ I and some other angry passengers snap after almost hitting my head from the sudden jerk of the bus, the angry man doesn’t respond. *** We arrive at my destination two minutes earlier than I expected, not that it counts, but I can’t just lose track of time. I am already too late for forgiveness. I will get punished or worse, sacked even. My eyes widen at this realization but I also pray against it. I get in the lift and press the number of the floor my office is located.