Shut Up and Write Assignments

Internal Storms // Elements of Writing

The hum of the bus was loud enough to muffle the snoring of the middle aged male diagonal from me, yet not loud enough to quiet my thoughts. My conscience felt like an endless roar of words that began whirling into existence, manifesting itself to take reality for a ride. My lack of intention to turn back had been battling my instinct to keep moving towards my infinite goal: gaining Maverick's love.

Internally, the battle of choice lied between the Alpha of the Feu Pack and the Rogue Leader of North America. Continuing the bus ride would put more miles between Alpha Oleander and I, but close the distance to Maverick, the Rogue Leader. The benefits of him have waged the war in my heart. With Oleander, I would remain fragile and delicate. I had no prior experience with Maverick, but I dreamt of a strong, unbreakable bond. On the other hand, as a con of leaving, I was passing up the love that I had once categorized as pure. I was a fool to believe in family, to believe in the pack life that was deemed impossible the day that I learned the truth.

I instinctively clenched my fists and my shoulders caved in. Defeat weighed heavy on every atom in my body; I felt as if I hadn't slept in days. In reality, I had woken up an hour before I boarded the bus. However I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to, I was too exposed.

The rough royal blue carpet that covered the bench scratched my arms ever so often, causing chill bumps to grow in the place that the tapestry once touched. My eyes were locked on my white slip-on Vans for the majority of the trip. When I wasn't enveloped in staring at my feet, I stared at my chipped nails that I proudly matched to my current shoes. Gaining unwanted attention by staring too long at another passenger could promote a bounty on my head. By leaving the Feu pack, I was leaving protection and promised wealth. Unfortunately, my princess status would not aid me void of the pack. Not unless my brother planned to spare me.

The lack of knowledge that I held concerning myself was proving to be alarming; I am not who I thought I was. I considered myself a part of the Feu team yet they believed the furthest from it. My own parents refused to see the good that I could be coached to do. Although, training wasn't currently an option; I was no longer a Princess. By leaving my pack, I was leaving my title. I was an outsider in the eyes of more than just my own. I was incapable of not only protecting myself but protecting anyone who was deemed helpless. If I could not defend my current pack, how could I be expected to shield the Rogues that Maverick leads?

The bus shifted, causing my white side bag to slide on the filthy floor. I spotted multiple red stains that traveled from the entrance of the bus to the back, where I was sitting. Dust stuck to the blotches in a way that showed the driver couldn't care less about public safety standards. I grabbed a hold of the chrome handle displayed in front of me and braced myself for the screeching of the brakes. I jumped in place as they screamed out, like harmonizing Sirens before cornering their prey. I had never met a Siren before, but I had heard of many from my time at the Feu Full Moon Ceremonies. I sighed as the sound ended, thankful that it wasn't me who was caught by the sailor loving beings.

I took this moment to look behind us. The dark clouds were getting thicker in the rearview distance, looming over me like a vicious electrical orb that was bound to burst. The wind started striking every surface of the bus causing it to sway left and right. The driver yelled out inaudibly, and I could feel the static building up in the atmosphere, making my fingers tingle with the exterior power that existed in between. Then and there, the rain started pouring as if the Earth hadn't seen a shower in years. 

One fact could not be ignored: a storm was coming.