Delilah Pierce didn't have the best home life, and when in school she tended to blend in with the crowd. She didn't mind it though, she was perfectly content with her 2 friends and her brother.
But what happens when she comes back to her six year a...
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It was nighttime when I woke up, my face was mushed up against the grass and I laid curled up in a ball since it was so fucking cold outside. I didn't mean to fall asleep, I just wanted to calm down for a few after that that fuckery.
Now, it's dark outside and I'm stranded in the middle of god know where in the forest with my clothes sticking to me. I should stay here and build myself a fort, live in the wilderness with the creatures. Maybe I'll even best friend a Centaur.
Fuck my life, honestly.
I mean, what the fuck.
This is utterly ridiculous, my best friend almost died. I almost drowned someone. I threw Dumbledore across the great hall with my mere scream. And I'm convinced James is terrified of me now. Great, just great.
The snap of a branch breaking pulled me away from my self pity, I froze completely as the image of a thousand creatures flashed through my mind. When I finally got my wits about me, I searched for my bravery with a deep breath and turned.
My chest deflated with a chuckle as the little ball of white fur met my gaze, the rabbit stared back at me as he or she ate the little clover. I looked around for a flower to give him, finding a pink flower, I yanked it and reached my hand to offer it.
The rabbit - who I decided to call Clover - looked at me hesitantly for a minute before inching for the flower slowly. A smile creeps it's way on my face. Clover trusts me!
My smile was replaced with a scream when out of nowhere, the jaws of death close themselves around Clover's frail little body. Blood splatters everywhere, including the flower and my entire arm. I hurry backwards on instinct to put distance between me and whatever creature it is that took clover out of this life.
My eyes finally take in what happened in front of me, a seven feet tall werewolf stared back at me, it's mouth pulled into a snarl as blood dropped from it's teeth onto the ground. I stared back into it's golden eyes and tried to remember how it is that human breath.
I let out a strangled breath when I noticed it wasn't attacking me, "You killed Clover, you bitch"
It let out a huff when it heard my voice, the snarl slowly vanished the longer it looked at me. I watched as it sat back on his legs and just stared at me, eyes wide and almost innocent if it wasn't for the fact that it was a fucking werewolf.
"What the fuck do I do..." I mumbled to myself, not moving an inch.
I cross my legs and lean back against the tree, staring back into it's golden eyes - eyes that I swear I've seen before. "You're not eating me...that's good- You know what, allow me to not give you ideas"
