Three days

Three days. Three days and I'm eighteen, as far as anyone knows. And I don't know what happens afterward, not really. I mean, I know I'm not going anywhere. Mom needs me, Caleb and Dean and Lullaby... well, they don't need me? But I think they'd welcome the help.

So, whatever I don't know? I know that much; I'm staying here. Knowing more would be easier if I knew where everything with Caleb was, which is stupid of me. Like I should be planning my possible future based on a guy. Retard.

But hell, I just... he's a half-demon, and that's a mess unto itself. My book only had a few pages on them, and all they really said was "there are no similarities from case to case". Which, I guess, is better than finding one page that just said AVOID over and over or something.

It all makes more sense now, though. He does. The things he says he's missing, the dark I see in him sometimes, the way he talks (or doesn't) about his family. And it spooks me, yeah, but I think that after what I've seen? Finding out that someone I care about is more than human would be a lot worse for most other people.

I know him. I'm not scared of him. And I'm not going to let myself fuck this up. Three days before I bail down to the Bay, so... I need to see him. And I need to say everything I'm thinking and not fucking back up on it this time. Good or bad.

I need to find this witchcraft shop too, because with the news? Shit's gonna get a lot worse before it gets a little better. Time to make these fucking spells work. Go brain, go.

P.S. FUCK YES and FUCK NO. Why do I have to be doing good at not smoking right before I can legally buy my smokes? Eat my ass, irony or karma or whatever's applicable.