Even the God of Mischief has a Weakness

Lizzy

 I'm cold. I see dry wastelands with nothing but cold. No life. Then a green light ... darkness.

I open my eyes and find myself in the same awful house like always.

Hi, my name is Elizabeth Black, but I prefer Lizzy. I live in West Oakland in a, well, how should I say, in a hovel. This can't be called a House.

For a long time I have a rather strange dream. Always the same. And I want to know why. I need something to find answers. My mom does not help. She has depressions, since my father left us. I hate this man so much. Sometimes I want to know him and punch him in his face.

I find myself with these thoughts under the icy shower. Wow, here comes even running water.

After the shower I put on a pair of underpants and a bra. My butt is too big for my small body. And I have too much belly for my taste. I would also like to know what is sometimes on my hands and feet. Every time at full moon, there have been a couple of blue pattern. Each time when the moon is full, it grows. I have no money for a doctor's visit. But hey, I am feeling great. My hair is a mess and uncontrollable. Just like I am.

A small pant from my bed tears me out of my thoughts.

"Good morning Ruuqo" I get another sniff back and start to stroke my wolf.

"What wouldn't I do to have my hair as soft as your fur" After these words, I had a tongue in my face and hear my Mom calling my name. Annoyed, I go toward the hallway.

"yeahh??"

Mom: "You come down shortly, please?"

With this question, I go down the stairs and have always hoped that my mom has anything thet brings me out of this hole, out of here. Because I have a feeling that I do not belong to this place. But my Mon doesn't want to hear anything of that stuff.

Maybe, something will happen, something new, something that brings me to where I belong.