I stumble down the old dusty cobble path, I turn cursing at the place that I use to call home I shall never go back not after what happened. With nothing but the clothes on my back torn to shreds and covered with blood, dirt and sweat, and my dog patch. I head to start a new life and forget the old. Salty tears fill my eyes as I scamper into the tall gloomy forest full of old, dead monstrosities that use to be called trees. They are awaiting the moment I drop and struggle for my survival too swallow me without a trace of evidence to be left to see.
The days wearing and I need to find someplace safe someplace to rest from the dangers the night holds. My legs are weekend from the struggle so far and are threatening to give way Patch’s brown eyes are fired by fear of what the night holds. His breath as stagnate as possible. I stare through the dark into what seems like and endless forest full of danger and dread. As I convince myself to carry on I seen a dark thing in the distance, as I approach it appears to be some sort of rocky formation. I edge closer with the fear of the wild animals that could jerk out of nowhere racing through my head. My hearts pounds against my chest as my frail feet slide through the gluggy mix of mud and leaves. My muscles tense as I gradually get closer. The rocks begin to take some sort of shape and it is revealed it is just a dreary cave. My heart sinks hoping it would be something more but I don’t know what I was hoping for at least it will provide some sort of protection for the harsh night.
I’m sobbing quietly with my face pressed into Patch. My shredded clothes provide me no warmth from the harsh night. I hear wolves howling which makes me quiver at the thought of them coming into the cave. My muscles ache and my cuts sting from the long day that’s gone. The throbbing in my head makes me want to scream but I don’t. From the fear of what might hear. The night doesn’t seem to end just sobbing, pain, hurt, betrayal and fear. I’m abandoned with the one thing I love Patch. It doesn’t feel like tomorrow will ever come.
It’s early I don’t know how early I’m exhausted but the adrenalin of fear keeps me going. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to go tho. This cave protected me through the night more than my own home it’s as if it’s more of a home to me than mine ever was. But I decide I must continue there’s no guarantee they won’t find me here.
It’s getting late again and Patch and I have settled down for the night then something hit’s me. My stomach it’s caving in causing an excruciating pain. Food. I haven’t eaten for days now either has Patch I’ve been so distracted on escaping even my mind is denying my body its nutrience. I can’t do anything now though it too late. Who knows what might get us wolves, bears it’s too risky I can’t put Patch in this danger. I take a look at Patch he frail and weak he needs food and now I have to go but I can’t take patch I can’t do that to him.
It’s dark and not just dark but charcoal black. I’ve wandered for a while now and still nothing. WAIT! What was that? It’s coming from those bushes. The noise isn’t loud enough to be a wolf what could it be? A fox no they’re scared of humans aren’t they? I should be running but I can’t I’m frozen and the rustles are getting closer. It’s too late it’s here and I haven’t moved I don’t know what to do. I can vaguely see it its fur silky and thick and patchy. Wait patchy. PATCH! His standing there by my foot. He has something I don’t know what it is it’s fluffy though. Wait it’s a rabbit and it doesn’t have one tooth puncture from Patch. It soft fur around its mouth is wet though you know what that means water this rabbit must have been drinking when Patch got it.
I head the direction that Patch came from for a while but still nothing I can’t keep wandering or I’ll never find my way back I’ll only go past those trees up ahead. As I reach the old rough trees I peer past them to find a slowly flowing river. I know that my luck will soon run out so I take advantage and drink as much as my belly will hold.
I have made it back to our nights resting place. The rabbit laid on my lap looking so innocent and weak. I don’t want to but I have to I grad out the pocket survival thingy my friend gave me for my birthday a few years ago when I was planning to run away. It was only thing I managed to grab when I left. I light the lighter and carefully light some leaves which ignite lighting twigs followed by sticks to form an almost perfect fire. I slide out the Stanley knife with tears streaming down my face and start to hack at the poor rabbit.
Patch is staring at me with his big brown eyes. The rabbits on cooking now its skin slowly charcoaling. As I pull it out the fire the tears ignite again I rip off bit by bit feeding it to Patch but when my time comes I don’t know if I can. My hand is trembling my face streaked and my breathing heavy the rabbit’s juicy flesh near my lips. I don’t want to but the only thing that pulls me through is knowing that if I don’t eat then I will die and without me looking after him Patch will die too. Staring into his big brown eyes I slowly start to eat until there is nothing there left except an old corpse.
