The song

1.1K 28 2
                                    

Dave and I sat in our hide out for about two hours waiting for John to awaken. "Look Dave, I'm sorry about knocking him unconscience and all but please talk to me." I plead. Dave turned to look at me but when he looked at me I saw nothing but hatred. "No! I looked so hard to find him then you find him and put him in a concussion! My best friend in a concussion because some dumb wolf wouldn't slow down!" He screamed. I stare at his reddened face. I feel my eyes start to water. But as usual no tear falls. I start to feel a strong power in my chest. It's like nothing I have ever felt. I dip my head and let it out. I howl. I howl the saddest song I've ever howled in my whole life. But this time. This one time,I feel a tear slip down my furry cheek. And I cry. I let out all my emotion into this one song. All the hate,all the sadness, the heartbreak. It all comes out in one powerful song. As I feel the heat of fire on my fur I sing even more passionate. I feel my fur being burned off hair by hair. But I could care less. All I care about is singing. All I see is darkness. All I hear is my song. And you know what I feel. All I feel is purity. How do you feel purity. I don't know, but I feel it. I feel cleansed from all the evil I have done. I feel like I've done nothing wrong at all. And it feel amazing. 'Maybe I can help. Maybe I can't. Maybe I'll know. But not unless I try.' I keep chanting in my head. I close my eyes completely, but continue to sing. I feel my fur start to grow back but I don't care. All I care about is making Dave happy. And finding the rest of his friends. With those last thoughts I end my song and collapse. But not before hearing John whisperer "Thank you. You have saved me and I am in dept to you. Your song was so beautiful by the way."

Queen's Pet, Prince's LoverWhere stories live. Discover now