The neglected lady raised a wolf

The injured wolf - Chapter (3)

Once the morning sun met my eyes, I lifted myself up and dragged myself down the stairs towards the door. Dust and dirt permeated the entirety of the surface of my skin. I had ran out of the small volume of water I had received and was unable to bath. Turning the doorknob: it opened and I was greeted by a pretty face.

"Ah hello... I'm sorry about before" her eyes were soft and kind and her smile widened gently yet somewhere hidden behind the mask, she still looked disgusted. Nodding in response, she opened her mouth to speak again "I brought your food, even a little extra" she lent out her hand, incased in a clean cloth she passed me a loaf of bread and a singular yellow sweet.

"..."

" I didn't expect a response" she awkwardly giggled " I heard you were born with...defects...and so you're unable to communicate"

That's one way to put it, I guess.

I turned my gaze away from striking eyes and saw a young maid: her stance was awkward and nervous, and her brown eyes did not dare to peer at me. "I was told a maid will come along later with some water" the young lady said.

"..." I turned my body away from her glances which had been filled with the imagine of a innocent flower, yet hidden behind was a deadly serpent. "I'm sorry, I heard you had been abandoned by my family once my existence became known" her tone was sorrowful yet to me it sounded like the clear reminder of our differences. Distinguishing my stance in this family by referring to them as 'my' family instead of 'our'.

I brushed her off with a push from my hand, beckoning her to leave. I had wanted to exclaim that I hadn't needed her false pity and I didn't care for her family... but I couldn't, what use is my voice is you are unable to use it?

The lady signed and softly closed the door, leaving a slight gap. She pulled away from the entrance and began to wander off with her maid.

"My lady is too kind, how dare she ignore your kindness" the maids cheeks had buffed up with pure angry.

"You mustn't say that..." the lady said with a mask of benevolence.

"My lady is an Angel"

I had wondered why she had troubled herself with visiting me, she was in need of boasting her angelic-imagine. I scoffed at her duplicitous nature.

My stomach roared and screamed in the absence of food. To calm the monstrous roars of my stomach, I immediately devoured a quarter of the bread. Still hungry, I unwrapped the yellow sweet and placed it in my mouth. It was sour yet sweet? It was unpleasant as it had reminded of the young lady's personality. Sitting upon a chair situated in the kitchen I waited for the butler to come with a bucket of fresh water.

I waited and waited, yet hours passed and the butler had still not arrived. I had grown tired and water and with my cane in my hand, I carried myself over towards the door and stepped outside.

The immediate smell of grass permeated the newly night sky, digging my feet into the ground, I pulled my the endless supply of dirt. The grass was beautifully green with the slight glow of the moon and felt smooth to the touch. It had delicately intertwined with my toes and finally the air smelt of freedom. The freedom I had been longing for.

The night was dark yet fear did not pervade my mind, stumbling over to the forest, I searched for a lack. The tall trees towered over me, and the wind sang alongside the waving branches. Eventually I found myself to a collapse wolf.

The crimson red blood engulfed the wolf's elegantly grey fur, and it's melancholy whimpers joined together with the newly sad song of the wind. I looked upon the beast in pity, it's abandoned and lowly state reminded myself of me. I caught a glimpse of a small lake ahead, dragging myself alongside the river, with the cloth that had been handed alongside my meagre loaf of bread, I tipped it slightly into the lake. Rushing back to the injured wolf, I placed the cloth carefully on it's open wound, leaving it to let out a loud roar filled with pain.

Ripped off my dirty night gown. I wrapped it around the wolf, keeping the cloth tightly addressed to the wound, avoiding any areas that had been wounded as to avoid infection. I laid my head upon its tail and fell into a deep slumber.