The Wolf (Book 1)

Sixteen

It’s the end of March; March the 20th to be precise, and a Monday luckily for us we didn’t have school that day.

I was wearing my favourite pair of jeans, they were dark blue. (Even thought I only had two identical pairs of jeans), in the dim light you’d say they were black, a black T-shirt, and some black trainers.

I was the kind of kid with little friends, I was shy and being sociable wasn’t my thing.

I considered myself an emo, I just found it a shame that emo to a lot of people meant suicidal and self harmers, all it meant was that you were emotional.

I was over emotional about few things, but the few things I was emotional about could either reduce me to tears or set me alight and if you stood in my way, well... let’s just say you would have to be prepared to hit the floor.

And here I was, standing, wondering, staring; at what seemed to me like nothing more than another corpse of the forest, a pile of flesh and bones, just another life lost to the harshness of this world.

“Ewwwww, that’s gross, ew, ew, ew, ewwwww.” A girl with short blonde hair was standing next to me.  Her bright white top and light jeans seemed to bring light to where I was, I never wore light clothes, I always wore dark, the lightest thing I had was a red t-shirt and some kaki combat trousers.

Her white shoes were tainted brown with mud from the forest, and her red jacket made her look a bit like little red riding hood.

I smiled softly at her, knowing she didn’t like violence of any sort... death was even worse.

“Oh well, just another deer I guess.” I shrugged as I turned away from the carcass and started to walk away.

As she walked by my side her face seemed to light up like a light bulb.

“Yeah, true I suppose... but...” she paused, and with a slight frown continued “it’s still another life wasted”

“Yes but how do you know it wasn’t just going to die anyways?  You don’t see it do you?. It was old anyway and hurt, it was best for it to die.” I replied coldly, something I didn’t like doing.

“How do you know it was hurt?” She seemed puzzled, puzzled could have been her middle name, she was always confused, puzzled or just lost in conversations.

“Its hind leg was broken”

“ooohhh.”

We kept walking for a while till we reached the edge of the forest, back into civilisation.

“Happy birthday Tilyer.” She gave me a big smile and a pat on the back “forgot to mention if when I found you looking at that dead deer on the floor”

“Thanks Chey, I appreciate it.” Her real name was Cheyenne but I called her Chey for short.

As we walked across a small field near a park the air was suddenly filled with small shouts.

“TILYER. CHEYENNE. OVER HERE.” A small voice shouted from afar.

I turned to see one of my best friends, Alex, running towards us.

“Hey, happy birthday” He said panting as he hugged Chey.

“Thanks Alex.”

Chey and Alex had been going out for a few months and they always seemed happy with everything, I envied them for that. I’d never found love, a few people did like me but, I liked them as friends, nothing else.

“Where’s Chris?” Alex asked cheerfully.

“Behind you” I replied in a low and somewhat depressed voice.

“Hi, happy birthday Tilyer.”

Chris was tall and skinny, he was about 5 foot 10 and about 6 months older than me, yet, ironically I was about 6 foot. Alex however was smaller and slightly rounder.

Out of the 3 of us, I’d always been the tallest and stronger guy.

I could outrun my friends no matter how hard they tried and we used to play fight... until I hurt them both pretty badly, Alex couldn’t move his arm for a week and Chris limped for 5 days.

“Right, so are we going to go then?” Chris asked impatiently.

“Yeah, let’s go.” I slowly replied, and with that we left.

I spent my birthday with Chey, Alex and Chris. We went to watch this new movie which I actually enjoyed, and then later on we went and ate a ton of pizza and finished off the day just chilling in town.

This birthday had gone alright compared to other years; at least I wasn’t alone again.

Night fell and as I lay in bed I looked up and wondered to myself what I was doing here.

Shouldn’t I be dead by now, after the near misses of about 100 cars whilst crossing roads, nearly drowning whilst trying to reach the sea bed, nearly falling out of and off stuff countless times?

I didn’t enjoy my life that much, as you can probably tell by now, I used to have depression, and I was also suicidal at that point. I’d nearly killed myself a few times but decided against it In the end only because I wanted to know life as a free man, no one to boss my around, no one to tell me what to do, just, me.

I started to feel a bit strange, as if I was becoming ill, but I was perfectly fine.

I didn’t know what it was but I felt like something filled me, like a liquid filling my insides, I felt heavy and then as soon as it came, it left again.

I stood up in bed, what the heck had just happened. Those were the first thoughts that came to mind. I lay down again, I felt different, I felt slightly more... complete.

As I closed my eyes and fell into the realm of dreams and wonder I smiled, I was 16, just another few years to go; just a few years till I'm free.