Soul thief#JustWriteIt

Emotions

Heya sugars! So, the next chapter or the chapter after that should be the ST POV. :)

also, so sorry for slow uploads. 

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As I walked around my kitchen, I thought of different ways to make the wolf. But then I realised- they man could morph- So maybe, instead of a wolf, what he looked like as a human. My brain had mentally  snapped a photo of his human form, so I could do that. I decided to eat again, then begin to form the construction instructions to create him.

Of course it would be difficult. Making something that can talk and walk etc without being controlled is HARD. But I know it's doable. I saw it once when I was younger, they were do science tech thing and my parents though it would be a fun and easy learning experience. That was of course before the soul thief came along and Ruined my life and made it a living hell. Oh well, I guess that this did come in handy after all. Maybe I can sneak map my old town and go there, they might even still have the robot. Unlikely, but certainly possible. So that's what I decided. After my trail of thoughts ended, I got some chicken and began to cook it, and then after it was going a bit juciy, showing it was going well, I went outside to did up some more roots.

On the way to get things, I came across a gory sight. The remains of last nights fit, oh, also an apple. But the problem was there was a trail of my blood, leading through. But also I had an idea. The wolf smelt like a human, still it was not rotting- the corps - so I rubbed the sent onto a leaf to put over a bot. But then, I remembered another important thing, removing the scene.

I ended up just hiding the corps so it could rot, and I still didn't know about the blood. My blood. It leads right to my shelter. Ok, maybe if he finds me it won't be to bad, but if a random predator or cannibal comes up to me, when I'm not expecting it, hard troubles. The snow isn't going to hide it, no matter how much it covers, because somehow my blood is still wet. That's not an amazing thing earthier.

I tried making animal tracks over it, tried putting mud and leaves through it, but somehow it soaked through. Ok, that's not normal. Ok, I admit I was a bit freaked out. The blood of a normal person does not simply " stay wet " air will dry within sometimes several minutes.

Then I began to think- the soul thief took part of my soul when I was a child. - Maybe that had some freaky fusion combining out blood. Like when Voldemort nearly killed Harry. Ok, maybe my thoughts aren't exactly logical, but it seems pretty likely considering the standards of my area.
 
The cold starts biting my skin, so I decide to hed back inside.

I Conjure up a mixture of what's supposed to be tea, and let my thoughts run wild. I can't make something that morphs. But maybe something that seems human will suffice. I hope so.  As I think of a draft to make his appearance, I realise- I need to find his body again. I need to remember his voice.

My bottom lipped began to tremble, and I tried to stop it, but then slight murmurs and gurgles rise into my mouth and I have to let them free. I slowly begin to sob.
it's not fair. some people have everything-some people have family's. Everyone but me always has food out, or has time to I don't  know, go to a fare, have family time, hang out with friends.

I had nothing, and no one.

I never cried, only wailed out in agony. This was different, I was actually upset and wasn't crying for pain. I didn't like it, I felt weak and vulnerable. But then again, if I held it in it would never come out. I needed to rid my emotions completely, I wish I could.  But I can't. Emotions we something everyone has, and my matter how much you blank them out, no matter how much to refuse to show, they will always be there. You may not always know it, but then when you least expect it,it comes out, and leaves you after with a burning chest, and puffy, red eyes.

It's was only 21:02, but I was tired. I gave up my schedule for the week, to. I just needed rest and I had to work on this machine. So with an empty stomach I went up to my best to nestle in a nest of nightmares.