I continued to live in such Hypocrisy, trying to fit in and co-exist in both lifestyles: Normal society and My monstrosity Lifestyle.
Days come and go, but I don't think "Days" have the same length, or it's only in our minds, while in reality there's no such thing as time. Days being days, they will last a minute when you are happy and comfortable, and also last a century when you are in pain and agony.
It was a very hard situation to be in while in Love with someone, a serious relationship with marriage coming soon. It felt like gasping for air at the bottom of the ocean, I had to wake up in the night, watch myself turning into the Arachne-like Monster completely helpless .
Day by day, I couldn't stop thinking about what could happen to him, what if I lost control of, or what could happen if he found out that I was that Dangerous. Will he give a damn about love thingy, Or he will just dump me?
I knew it was like hiding in plain sight or in the field of cabbages, that eventually, I was going to get caught. My perfect disguise didn't last long though. All was about to change and be revealed to every unaided eye.
But how did I get here in the first place? What kind of "human monster" to begin with?
Our anecdote actually begins long before the incident of the Transformation, many eons ago.
It was Sunday evening, on Christmas eve, a clear and clean night. The Stars came earlier that day. Twinkling up above the sky, they resembled the sparkles of the fireworks, more like salt sprinkled over a large bluish shade of a black table. The wind was howling outside. Birds were tweeting outside, calling their unique songs as it was being late.
Outside, I was sitting on the balcony, my hands on both cheeks, watching the stars. It was amazingly spectacular. I surely knew what was going on inside the living room as preparation for Christmas. I'm quite antisocial naturally. It never excites me to be with people a lot, even if It's family members I'm just that Extremely Introvert. Family members, especially uncles who team up with a mother to ask you why you are always pressing your phone, and grandparents who never stop asking when you are going to get married!
Meanwhile, everyone was very excited and busy setting up the Christmas tree. My Uncle Ben and other close relatives came to the party. The real engender that I wasn't interested in partying was just because the previous Friday the week before was my first day in advanced secondary school.
They built our education system in such a way that we have classes in December and January, except for the holidays. Deep down, I wasn't feeling like partying because it didn't go well back to school. I'm not going to tell you what was the matter though! So whatever you're guessing, it's wrong! but don't worry, we'll get it on!
"Hey! Come back Here. Bring back that star," shouted a girl inside the house. It was my sister Cory. She was chasing Billy, our dog, who store her star for the Christmas tree.
Billy rushed toward my chair and sat down in front of me. While he was panting, the Star fell off his teeth, and it nearly fell down the balcony, but I caught it.
"Oh! Here!" I handed the Christmas star to Cory, and she went back inside winking at me. Billy was climbing my chair, and I was petting his head and rubbing his tummy.
Oh! Actually, I'm the firstborn in our family of five. We're 3 children and parents (Two parents of course) I'm the only boy, Cory is the second, 17 years old and Britney is our last born, she's 3 years old.
Cory is so beautiful. Well, frankly you can't see it if your sister was ugly, but Taylor is remarkably Beautiful, so obvious that even the blind can see it! She's brown with blonde hair. She is a kind of talkative girl and I love it so much. She loves me too. Cory likes our dog Billy, who is a Husky breed. And Britney, despite the fact that she likes candy so much, she's just a 3 years old kid.
My parents are both paramedics and sometimes they work full time at the hospital, so most of the time I'm the one to look after my siblings. When it's the holidays, I'm the one who drives mummy to the hospital where she sometimes works her weekend shift. Otherwise, she will take a taxi.
Mum has a driving license, but she doesn't enjoy driving though! Just because she once crashed through the gates and since then she's nervous.
Daddy and mom used to work the same shift at District's Hospital, but nowadays Dad moved to the other hospital, so they don't go together anymore.
Daddy is here, of course. How can a family celebrate Christmas without 'a Dad'?
"Dave honey! Come inside, it's dinnertime." It was my mum calling me.
Well, I have to admit, I hate it when she's calling me that name "Honey" like I'm Britney! I feel kind of underrated because she never understands how grown-up I am. I'm 20 years old but she'll treat me like little Britney who's 3 years old.
Billy jumped out of my chair, and I stood up and headed to the dining room. Raising my head, I suddenly stopped and froze for a while. Pupils dilated and my jaws dropped for a bit.
In my mind, I was raising my hands towards the cheeks and gasping like that kid named Kevin from the movie Home Alone or Deadpool! This happened in a fraction of a second, so I quickly pretended like nothing happened before anyone realized it. There was This dark-brown beautiful girl sitting parallel to the empty seat reserved for me. It was Taylor.
Is that so? Oh yeah, I'm glad you asked. I will tell you what's so special about her.