It has been extremely different living with my Uncle that is prone to believing that anything and everything will destroy him. Now with my presence he is so very sure that I am going to die every day I walk out of his home. Going to the park he warns me to be so very cautious and careful because there were Weres running about. Well, duh, that is where I met the man that had just been here. If I go to the grocery store he is afraid some witch is going to bewitch my food products that will end up poisoning me. And God forbid I take one step out of the house to get the mail in the dark or else some vampire is going to come out and drain me of my blood. Really I am getting quite exhausted with his warnings and constant need to keep me safe. It's my life. Whether I make it to the age 100, my coveted 21st Birthday, or even manage to get out of my bed tomorrow â€" it doesn't really matter how I die. Shouldn't the important thing be on how I live my life? I don't want to be one of those folks that have a panic disorder, or being so afraid to think that I am being constantly stalked, I don't want to live such a pathetic life. I would like to just life without anything to worry and with absolute no regrets. As he asks what I have been doing this evening I sigh softly, my voice monotone as if what I say has been repeated over and over again.

"Trying not to get in trouble and keep to myself."

Well it was the honest truth. I hadn't done anything wrong. I did not go into his bedroom, which apparently was forbidden, because you know â€" no eighty year old man wants to reveal the secrets of looking so very young. I made an attempt to clean his home, but I gave up when I didn't have the proper cleaning supplies. So I just tided up as best as I could, but sadly I could not get rid of that heavy odor. Though my attention is not on the condition of his home, but rather on himself. Bright blue eyes watch his carefully and controlled movements. I find it odd that he goes at the threshold of his bedroom and tear off his shirt. Though why he would do such a silly thing is beyond me. As the piece of clothing falls to the floor I tilt my head to the side as my eyes narrow attempting to focus on the one article of clothing that needed to be removed. The leather boots were obvious, but as for the shirt there must be a reason. Yet I cannot detect anything because his leg and feet seem to block it from my view, and as he kicks the article of clothing further into his bedroom I sigh. Though I notice how he walks and sits into his favorite chair, his eyes focusing on his ribs. I make a quick glance and notice the bruising, but I quickly get my eyes to his face, my voice soft with a note of concern.

"Are you okay?"

I am allowed to be concerned for him. Someone has to. I mean what if I am here all alone and he doesn't come back because he gets killed. I will be at a loss. I just found my one family member that was all that was left in this world. I may have only known him for a short amount of time, but I care for him, I am concerned about him. I am just not the crazy one that puts five locks on the door or gives him a lecture every time he walks out the door. When he declares to know why there are two mugs in the sink I flinch slightly cursing myself for not putting it in the dishwasher. His ability to catch the scent of horse, but not the terrible odor that tainted his home â€" was beyond me. I notice how he holds his fingers at the bridge of his nose and I know he is trying to not let loose his temper. We had learned a few days ago that both of us have a nasty temper and neither one seemed to win. We have just begun picking up the pieces and not walking along eggshells. My shoulders slouch slightly as I physically prepare myself to say the truth, well partly, because I know damn well if he knew everything I was going to be the one that was dead â€" by his had.

"Yes, I did, it was a friend that was concerned on my whereabouts. You would like him I think...he is a bit apathetic and indifferent like you."

I stare blankly at him, mentally counting in my head for the volcano to blow. 5...4...3...2...1...

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable