The Arrow Flys By Day, The Wolf Runs By Night

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I am in the woods. My sanctuary. My serenity. The deer is in my line of vision. The sunlight shines through the leaves, making my straight, ginger, upper-back length hair shimmer ever so lightly. The wind blows my feather-light hair around my face. To everyone but me, these woods are forsaken. I notch my bow and arrow up with my right arm and hand pulling the arrow back. I close my left eye for a precise measurement.

I send up a silent prayer to God for the soul of the poor deer, which life I was about to take. My mind races a thousand miles an hour, as I take in the deer's composure, age, size, gender and personality all at the same time. From its stance I have a perfect view of its heart. It is mid-aged, large but underweight, a doe and hungry. All though it may be to skinny for its own good, but it will supply me about a month of meals if I continue out with my scarce eating.

Something feels off about my bow, I look down to see that I relaxed my arms and brought down my bow. I notch my arrow up once again and position myself for firing.

Breathe in.

Breathe out, in, out.

One one thousandth.

Two one thousandth.

Three one thousandth. 

I release the grip that my middle and pointer that hold the wings of my arrow back. The arrow lurches forward, spiraling through the air like a rocket, it seems as if to slice the air itself. The wind whistles as the arrow flys by, approaching its destination. It reaches its target in what seemed like minutes to me, was actually seconds. The pointed end of the arrow penetrates the doe's thick hide, just where the shoulder blade rubs against he stomach, right where the heart is. The deer drops after a moments hesitation and its lifeless eyes roll into the back of its head. 

I wait for a short moment before standing up from my hiding place: a moss-covered log, rather large. I bolt through the forest without making a sound. I dodge rotting tree stumps, ruts in the ground, trees, and rocks as I sprint to the deer. A few twigs and thorns snag on my faded, worn, and tattered jeans. Not that I care though, because this has happened so many times before.

I crouching next to the deer in mere seconds. I never understood why, but I can run incredibly fast, stay as quiet as a mouse, hear everything in a 50 mile radius (well I can in the woods anyway), see every last fine detail, and even for my age, which I assume I am 13 now, am unbelievably strong.

I snatch up the arrow sticking out of the deer's hide and wipe it on my black long-sleeved shirt. Then I grab the deer's left hind leg and start dragging it to my camp, which is not that farm from here. I never travel to far when I'm hunting.

As I'm walking along, a dull aching pain starts in the middle of my lower left arm. I try to ignore it but it gradually grows into prickling needles. I'm starting to feel drowsy, and I know I don't have long before I will go out cold. I start to sprint to my camp sight, a cave behind a twinkling waterfall. As I round the corner to my cave, I hear a terrible cracking noise. I throw the deer as hard as I can into the cave, it still goes pretty far, even in my weak state. The pain in my arm increases a lot more to where I am reduced to biting my lip and blood leaking into my mouth. I look down at my arm, just in time to see in the middle of my lower arm, right in the middle of my arm, it completely snaps, to an unnatural angle. It hurts more than anything I can ever imagine. My skin stretches and compresses in certain areas to fit the form of my mangled arm.  And for the first time in my seven years of living on my own a sound comes from my mouth. A sound of pain, shear pain. A shriek filled with such terror, and the worst part of it is, I can here my screams echo for miles and miles. And for once, I feel utterly, and hopelessly, alone.

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