The Gypsy's Companion

The wind whipped around me like it was trying to hurt me. grit stung my eyes as it was picked pff the earth by the vicious wind. I wanted to stop, every bone in my body was begging me to lay done, to just take it and cry, curled amoung the dead leaves and cry like a baby. But I couldn't, my bones might want to give up but heart is telling me to keep going. Karen is out here too, I told myself, she's out here all alone and it's your fault. It was my fault. We had gotten into a fight, and she had stormed off. I had been so angry that I hadn't cared. I let her leave, knowing full well there would be no moon tonight, and look what happened. My twelve year old sister was lost in the woods on the night of the Choosing.