White Roses

Chapter Four: The Tale of Broken Hearts

WriterActress: Hello people! Thanks for all the reads. I'm surprised with how many people like the story! I'm so happy. This is the last time I'm updating this week though. Sorry, but I have house sit. Thanks for all the people who read this and thanks especially to SJ_Peplow who put this story on Undiscovered Gems. Thank you! I'd love to hear from more of you, but I'm not complaining! 

Oh and if you're curious to how I come up with faeries in my head and why they're so weird...read the original stories about faeries. That shit is so freaking creepy! If you're interesting, I suggest reading Brian Froud's work on faeries. I suggest is older books since I personally have enjoyed is newer stuff. 

Note, I have a decent understand of medicine for mental illness, so yeah, they do really, really suck. Probably why Matty doesn't like adults so much. 

I still can't get the youtube links working...

So the song for this chapter is....

Unfamiliar by The Birthday  Massacre 

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Chapter Four:

The Tale of Broken Hearts 

Just freaking perfect! Cooper is about to ask me to homecoming and I have to deal with a stupid werewolf! I can't believe this! Can't something go right for once? I mean, come on! It's bad enough that I can see faeries, forced to deal with shortie next to me, and those terrible scars that make me a  freak, but I can't get Cooper? If there is a god, he is so on the list of people who are on the "beat the crap out of" list.  

“What do you think you’re doing, you stupid girl?” Drake yelled as I looked around outside by the old gymnasium that was mainly a huge swimming pool that only the swim team used and since it was the old gym, the school, being cheap, let vines and bushes grow by without tending. Nope, no one around for the moment, I noted before getting on my hands and knees and crawling behind a bush to where a huge dent in the black metal fence that surrounded the school. I wiggled my way through as Drake flew in front of me. 

I frowned. “Move it, pipsqueak, before I make you.” I said as I tried to slap him, but he dodged me. “Go away, I meant it if you’re going to keep crying about it. Werewolves-”

“Does it look like the moon is out?” 

“No, what’s your point?” I asked as I looked behind me and got up. I sighed, another pair of jeans ruined by mud. “Damn.” 

“I know perfectly well that humans know about werewolves.” Drake lectured. “Werewolves only come out in a full-”

“They’re called myths, genius.” I said as I stuck my hand in my pocket. “So full moon, silver bullets, and being bitten is a very, very bad thing is all true?” 

Drake twitched a bit. “Yes, but this is not a werewolf.” 

“Oh good,” I said as I went into the forests. The trees stood over me with their branches trying to grab me like long wiry witchy fingers. The muddy ground got blanketed by red, orange, yellow, and brown leafs. My feet kept sinking into the mud like the ground wanted to devour me. The only good thing I knew was the fact the trees were tall enough to block the worst of the rain. Trunks of trees leaned out in curves like the wind blew to hard on them. Water and mud slipped into my shoes. Some of the faeries sat on the branches, snickering, giggling, or whispering. It made my hair stand on end.

A faerie in a rich purple medieval style dress and antlers on her head leaned over to a tree and whispered, “Ser Drake, I wonder what he’s doing here… He hasn’t been in Human for a good few centuries.”