Chapter One
“Come out where ever you are little one...”
I moved quietly and slowly further back into the wardrobe until my back hit the corner. I drew my knees up to my chest wrapping my tail around my ankle
“Come on out little one...I won't hurt you...yet.”
I shook with fear as I heard rummaging on the outside of my wooden hiding place. I heard furniture being turned over or thrown against the wall with a heavy, loud crash along with glass being broken.
“Where are you! You little runt?!” The harsh voice shouted then started laughing. “You know I want to do you the same way I did to your poor mommy and daddy.”
I put my hands on my ears trying to block out that voice, but I could still easily hear his harsh, threatening muffled words.
“I just loved the way they begged for me to spare your life, I loved the way the light disappeared from their eyes as I ripped their throats out with my own two bare hands...”
A sob escaped from my mouth and I quickly covered my mouth with my hands and waited not making any sound, not breathing, and not even moving as silence went through the whole room outside. The silence was terrifying and I was thinking that he left, but then suddenly the wardrobe was turned over on its side and I busted through the doors falling onto the floor. As I landed on my stomach I felt something wet and sticky underneath me.
I pulled myself up slipping on the wet surface until I managed to bring myself up to my knees. I opened my eyes and came face to face with both of my parent's lifeless bodies. My eyes widened and I glanced down seeing I was kneeling in a pool of blood and at that moment the tears that I was storing poured from my eyes as I looked at my parents pale, unmoving bodies.
“Found you...”
I looked up at the man who was standing over me staring at me with those horrible blood red eyes. I looked up at him with fear going throughout every ounce and fiber of my body and I tried to move and I wanted to move, I wanted to run as far away from here as I could, but I was so scared that I couldn't move an inch.
“Be still now little one this won’t hurt...” he grinned evilly showing those terrifying pearl white fangs as he added. “Much..” He growled lunging forward towards me...
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I quickly sat up in bed breathing heavily. My heart was pounding roughly in my chest. Sweat covered my body causing my clothes to stick to my skin.
I sighed untangling myself from the mess of sheets and blankets and got out of bed standing up my feet touching the warm fuzzy carpet. I stumbled half asleep and half awake in the bathroom jumping a little when my bare feet touched the cold red and white tiled colored flooring.
I felt along the tiled walling for the light switch and then went over to the sink and splashed some cold water on my face leaning against the sink trying to get my heart to stop pounding in my chest.
I’ve been having the same nightmare over and over for the past 7 years now I can’t seem to stop seeing that memory; the death of my parents.
I looked at myself in the mirror, my jet black hair was tousled causing strands to stick out everywhere, I had two different eye colors, one was grey and the other was golden, but they both looked dark and hollow despite how much light was in the room. I looked up at my ears and they twitched a little before laying back flat on my messy hair and my fluffy tail was constantly brushing against my legs.
I frowned sitting on the cool floor leaning my back against the tub. To tell you the truth I felt trapped here, I felt like I wasn’t free enough I mean I didn’t mind being here with my “brothers” and their pack, but I needed to explore the world more. And I know I shouldn’t be complaining I should be grateful that my “brothers” let me out, but it’s just that they don’t let me go anywhere by myself; they're always sending one of their pack members (who I refer to as my “cousins”) with me everywhere I go and if you ask me having someone watch AND follow you every second of the day can get really annoying after awhile.
What to do..What to do...I thought thinking of a solution this problem I am having. “Do what your heart says to do and always follow your dreams.” My mothers words gradually went through my memory and realized that I had the answer all along. That’s it...I should follow my dreams and my dream is to travel to America!!
I sighed standing up I have made up my mind. I know my sudden decision will piss off my “brothers”, but this is something that I want to do I needed to desperatly get out of this place and explore the open world, go places that I never been before and ALONE.
I walked out the bathroom turning the bright light off on my way out and headed for my closet. I opened the wooden doors and walked inside and switched on the light. I looked around for moment turning in a half circle then stopped when I found what I was looking for. I stood up on my toes in order to reach for my duffle bag on the stop shelf. I wasn’t that tall to be honest if I had to say my height had to be between 5′5 and 5′7 I wasn’t sure, but it was somewhere along that area.
I unzipped the bag and began stuffing shirts, jeans, three pairs of boots, a pair of regular shoes, and three of my favorite hats (which two of them were a rainbow colored and black beanie and the other was a fedoa). After I was finished packing I zipped the bag closed and left my closet I sat my bag near the door and sat down at my desk clicking on the lamp.
Alright last thing I must take care of before the morning. I thought and took out a sheet of paper and a pen. I stared down at the blank paper in confusion How am I going to explain this? I mean I want them to understand clearly (without them getting severly angry) why I left and why I decided to leave, but no matter how I went over every explanation in my head I know for a fact that my “brothers” were going to be pissed off with me for leaving by myself and especially for not telling them.
I shook my head clearing those negative thoughts and picked up my pen and began writing. No matter the consequences I can’t stop now, I’ve already made my decision and I’m going to stick with it; if my “brothers” want to complain and fuss me out about it then they can find me and say it to my face, they can easily track me down.
I sighed setting my pen down looking down at my handywork to make sure I explained everything perfectly and clearly (without confusion) before I folded it neatly placing it an envelope writing Zu meinen Brüdern (To My Brothers)on the front.
When I was done I glanced at the clock on the wall above me, it was going on 3:00 in the morning that only gave me three more hours before everyone was going to be up and start walking about (Don’t ask me why everyone gets up early I don’t know why either.)
I yawned standing up from my desk clicking off the lamp and got back comfortably into bed rolling over onto my side facing the wall and as soon as I closed my eyes I fell into a dreamless sleep.
