With bare feet I ran down the cemented path. I kept my head down and the tears in. The pain of my unprotected soles connecting with the graveled ground was surprisingly refreshing. It was just proof that the dark feeling I was experiencing could have been worse.
My wolf let out a loud wine.
Why can’t I just have a basic life? Why can’t my family be normal? I asked the animal inside me. What have I done to deserve this?
My heart raced painful thumps deep within my chest.
He’s found his mate; his other half. We should be happy. My wolf answered, cautiously pacing back and forth at the far end of my mind.
I forced the voice even farther back. I didn’t want to hear any other opinions; not even my own spirits.
No one knew how I felt.
Especially Rowan.
I wasn’t mad that he told Rachel. I was actually happy because now I could be myself around her without constantly worrying about spilling ‘the secret’.
I was alone again, and that devastated me.
I was alone when I was born. I was the only female shifter in recorded history.
I was alone when my parents rejected me for being different. I wasn’t a warrior, and that was disgraceful to them.
And now I’m alone because I lost my only caring family and friend.
He never realized.
No one knew how it tortured me; weaving itself in-between every thought and action. Being myself never let me forget that I was the only reason my life sucked.
It was a continuing cycle that I couldn’t seem to break. I was drowning in it.
Everybody leaves at some point. I thought bitterly. No one cares enough to stay.
I closed my eyes for a split second and wiped my mind clean of any thoughts or feelings. I knew were this self-loathing would take me, and I refused to go back into that state of mind.
I put all my focus into reaching my destination as soon as possible.
The church was located in the deep undergrowth of the woods. It was a few miles from the farthest part of the park’s trails and was untouched by humans.
It was basically the only place I felt safe.
As I continued to run, I began to notice the familiar markings that led to the small building.
My feet pause right as I entered the grounds.
It was beautiful; its gothic-like structures reminded me of Notre Dame in the way that the architecture seemed to be from a different time. The now mossy brick was laid into an arch at the entranceway. Rowan told me that this used to be a Lutheran church, and it was built by a small group of people who didn’t want to conform to strict Christianity.
I wasn’t sure if I was Christian or Lutheran or if I even had a religion; my parents had never cared to tell me.
The only thing I knew was that I love this place.
I felt like I could be myself without anyone trying to kill me, use me to ensure further sharer bloodlines, or judge me for being different.
I realized that I didn’t only love this place, I needed this place.
Nowhere else could I just shift into my other form.
I couldn’t cry at home. That’s just a part of me no one could see. I wouldn’t allow myself to be weak again.
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Spitfire
FanfictionHer species is confused by her, her father despises her, and her few friends treat her like the delicate and prissy girl she will never be. Aiden Rose Monroe is the only female of her kind. She's a body sharer. She shares her life force with an anim...