I don't know where I am. Right now I dont care. "Keep running" was all I could think. This couldn't be happening. My dad could not have lost his memories, my parents are not getting a divorce this all is just a bad dream.. The sting from the cuts how ever where not a dream.. even in wolf form they were bleeding. I could tell they where deep. Any deeper and I'd be dead from the loss of blood.
I finally stopped running by a small pond. Elvira was whimpering. I had used silver knives to cut my self to make sure I felt it. I didn't think about how Elvira would feel about it. I started to feel bad. If I didn't have her I would have cut deeper. My world is upside down already at twelve years old.
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WerewolfI've mixed in things that have truly happened in my life into this story along with making it a werewolf story. please dont be hateful. My dad could not have lost his memories, my parents are not getting a divorce this all is just a bad dream.. The...