Broken and saved

Finding my own way

Finding my own way:

I had been wandering for hours, the fingers and toes curled in due to the bitter wind against my frail form. My pale skin tinged blue as I continue on my journey.

I do not know where I am going, only where I will not go, I know not to go too far left, or I will be on the Ivory shadow pack territory, a pack notoriously for their cruel and harsh nature.

'Snap' I turned quickly to my right, cringing in agony as my broken rib moved in my chest, the snapping of a twig to the left alerting me of another presence.

"Hello?" I call out timidly, spinning once more, but only seeing darkness. "Hello? Anyone there?" I try again, a low, deep rumble my only reply.

Suddenly glowing purple eyes appear between the trees, followed by a rainbow of others, cruel snarls echoing around in the silent Forrest like a shout in a cave. They burned into my soul as they moved closer, getting ready to attack me.

I begin to tremble as I stand here, these were powerful wolves, and I knew that.

I stood no chance against one, let alone twenty, I had never been trained to fight like the others in my pack I was never worthy of learning anything, that's what they told me.

I run as fast as I can, heading back the way I came. My ribs screamed in protest once again as run as fast as I can

"Help! Please! Help me!" I cry as I am hit from behind. A blood curdling scream leaves my pale lips as my ribs are once again crushed by large paws, and pressure is applied to my tender skin.

My head begins to spin as dots dance in my vision; more wolves begin to close in as I close my drooping eyes. My last thought is 'help me'.

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My head spins as I sit up to fast. It's dark, too dark to see anything, only the sound I can here is the taunting sound of a dripping pipe.

My eyes finally adjust to the darkness, and I realise I am in a dungeon of some sort. I am caged In by metal bars like an animal, a light bulb hangs above from a single wire, yet is not turned on.

The iron bars are rusted and fill my nostrils with a sickly, metallic smell. The floor beneath me is bare concrete, cutting my bare feet if I put them down onto the rough floor.

There is a metal bed at the back of the cell, covered in a thin cotton sheet. Overall, the room is much like my old one, just with more metal.

I scoot my small frame to the furthest corner of the cell, curling into a ball. I knew not to cry, crying showed weakness and showing weakness meant punishment.

My battered body still ached as I sat here on the floor. My blood slowly seeped from the small incisions made on my delicate feet by the bare concrete, staining the floor and creating a small pool of blood around me.

My rib was obviously still broken; it protruded harshly from my left side making me wince as it moved around freely inside me.