Leaving Granny wasn't the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Leaving my home was. Leaving the very place I grew up. Leaving. A mix between finding new places and leaving old ones behind. I felt like crying as I placed my cape around my neck. I felt like everything was now or never at this point.
I wanted it to stop.
The leaving. But it would never end. It felt as if hours had passed from taking my first step through the door, to the edge of the woods.
The second I stepped in, I was on my own.
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I was on my own, and I didn't get much to eat.
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I was on my own, and it didn't seem to get better.
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I was on my own, and I cried in my sleep.
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I was on my own, and everything seemed worthless.
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I was on my own, and I was going to the Cave of Wolves.
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Red Riding Hood (#wattys2016)
WerewolfI shuddered. It had never been so dark, nor so quiet before. There was always the light of the moon to guide me. The sound of the wind against the trees. I shook the thought from my mind and continued further into the wood. Then I saw it. A whi...
