The Sun Awaits [Short Story]

Chapter 8: One Year Later

I regain my balance and dodge falling pieces of building. Including, floors, ceilings, scraps and furniture. I run through the thousand story building, and climb up out on the other side, Scratch waiting for me on the 'safe' building. I leap to the building and land softly on both feet.

I see stairs. I walk one step, and *crash!* the floor caves in beneath me. Luckily I only fell one floor from the roof above, which now has a gaping hole in it. There is a ladder in the glow of the floodlights, and I climb up its rickety poles, ending on the other side of the hole-on-the-roof. I look around for Scratch, then spot him atop the stairs next to me.

"Little help next time might be nice." I joke, wiping some ectoplasm on his fur, the ladder apparently was coated in it, so my hands were glowing blue, and now Scratch is too. He shakes and globs of glowing blue slime fling off of his fur and wiggle through the air. He snorts after, satisfied with himself.

It's been a year since I last blacked out at Andrew's, and Scratch is around 7-8 years old from what I know. Werewolves are supposed to walk on their hind legs from what I've seen and heard, but Scratch prefers the more wolf side to him, and prefers to run on all fours. His eyes are a dull blueish grey, and he has a mixture of brown and white throughout his coat of black fur. He is like the dog I never had.

I hated other people, especially after what happened to Sophia. My long to see the sun seemed so much more important to me, and it resulted in that consequence. So therefore, I never wanted to do it to anyone else if I ever came across someone else. But now that I realize that how much loneliness can affect someone, I will put most of Scratch's needs before mine, even if it means waiting another month for the sun.

We walk alongside, the darkness wrapping around us like a blanket, until I shake the crystal. The green glow illuminates the world around us, casting long shadows behind us.

Butno matter how much I care for Scratch, the will, the dream, the wish, the hope,the mission, and the destiny will have their role to play, and sometimes theplay takes over the actors. So therefore; TheSun Will Wait.