Crimson.
All I can see; the scariest shade of red paints the walls.
Any normal person would be terrified if they witnessed their own parents' murder. But, you see, I'm not normal.
I was never a sane child. My insanity led to my parents' deaths.
Oh, excuse my manners, my name is Colton Glass. It's funny how your own name gives you meaning to the world; sometimes it even tells your story....
Sorry, zoning out is quite a strange habit of mine. Anyways, I am 17 years of age. I used to belong to a pack called Crimson Claw. Yes, I am a shifter. But, from what I've learned, this century uses the term werewolf.....
My apologies, again. As I was saying, I used to belong; I had a family. Technically, I still do have a family but it won't be long before my parents let out their last breath. I wish not to be pitied upon. It was my own choice for my parents' deaths, for I am the one covered in their blood.
I did not wish to kill them, but to me....
They were already dead.
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Wow, that was intense. Anyways, this is my very first story. I would so appreciate the feedback. Please comment any suggestions; those will be appreciated as well.
Until next time✌️
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Hidden Tails
WerewolfMay my heart be stolen by the Moon, and my soul whisked away by the wind. I deserve no one, and belong to no one. The ache in my being is but a simple pinch. Nothing more, nothing less. I shall always be.... ALONE
