The laughter fell from my lips in waves, and I realized I hadn't truly laughed in so long. 

Garrett sat in his seat, a perplexed look forming on his face as he watched me. It was comforting to know the mental decline ran in the family, but didn't give me much hope for the future.

My erratic laughter died down, and I was left taking a few deep breaths.

"Look, Garrett." I snickered, placing my hand against my mouth to stifle another wave of laughter. "I think you need to get some help, which means I definitely need to get some help."

"Aurora--" Confusion formed on Garrett's face. Did he really think I was going to believe that? Werewolves?

He rips me from my life and confesses there's a world of magical creatures? This isn't a book; Life isn't full of fantasy.  You work, get fucked over by people, try to survive and then die. 

"Don't--" I shook my head, "I shouldn't even have to entertain this."

I turned on my heel and st