Chapter 3

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Weak....

Ugly....

PATHETIC....

I woke up on the floor my heart aching. I stood shakily. Silent tears went down my face.

Why do all the bad things happen to me?

Did I do something that caused me to be treated this way?

Did I hurt someone so much that they decided the rest of my life would be a living hell?

I looked up at the wall clock. It was 10am everyone was at school. I slowly walked up the stairs to my room. I went to the closet and reached for a large duffel bag.

I filled it up with necessities. I looked to see if there was anything in this crappy room I wanted to take. When I came across a picture. It was me, Randy and my parents. I was five Randy was seven.

*****Flashback*****

"Alrighty y'all smile big for the camera." my mom said. We both wore purple dresses while Randy and dad wore black suits with a white shirt and purple tie.

"Say, cheese." the camera guy said. My mom was behind Randy and my dad was behind me. Randy slung his arm over my shoulder. All four of us smiled wide and said "Cheese!"

*****EndOfFlashback*****

The thought of that brought tears to my eyes. I took the photo and put it in my bag. I stood from the floor, wiped the my eyes, took one last look around the room, slung my bag over my shoulder and walked out.....

I got outside and shifted. It still hurt but it was getting easier. I picked my bag up in my muzzle, turned around to look at my old pack house and took off running. I was heading to the end of the territory. I got to the end and I almost had second thoughts when my wolf whispered to me "Go." I took off.

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