Matched For Life

Running From The Truth

"I ran. 

Where to? No where really. 

Rain, fell heavy on my head, making a soft thud. 

The wind, 

cold as ever. 

Blew on my face. 

This was who I was. 

Something only I'd know about 

I'm a wolf." 

I woke suddenly with my hair stuck to me face. My chest heaved up and down and I tried calming myself. I couldn't see anything around me. Everything was black or either had a dark shade covering it. What I just dreamt of wasn't by mistake. 

It was when Bethany first told me that I was a wolf. Mum would've told me, but she told Beth that she was one and Beth burst out and hit Mum that she decided that she should tell me. I hated knowing what I was, what I was, and I didn't believe it. I suddenly felt like I wasn't myself anymore.

I woke up in the morning, eating pancakes like a normal human, and by afternoon, I leant I wasn't normal after all. I was a human who could turn into a wolf, or the other way around. I had fur, and a tail and I could run on all fours. 

Every night, from then on Bethany whispered into my ear every night before leaving and shutting the door behind her, closing the light from my room, where I'd lay asleep in total darkness. 

 "I ran. 

Where to? No where really. 

Rain, fell heavy on my head, making a soft thud. 

The wind, 

cold as ever. 

Blew on my face. 

This was who I was. 

Something only I'd know about 

I'm a wolf." 

Those words were once comforting. The only way I could sleep at night was when Bethany breathed those words into my ears. Only now those words are my nightmare. They haunt me, threatening to rip my heart even more until it had nothing left to hold on it and crack into two different pieces. 

I let out a breath of air I didn't even know I was holding and placed my head on my hands. A tear escaped through my fingers, joined by many others. 

Bethany didn't deserve to die. I do. I was the one who provoked them and ran from the fight while she stayed there and defended our land. I'm such a failure. As a daughter, as a wolf, even as a person. I can't do anything right. Everything I do either  turns against me or mucks up. 

I lay back on my back, watching the dark shadows from the trees outside dance on my ceiling. Some shadows looked like hands, grabbing down at me but unable to reach me. Isn't this what life is? When we want something, we reach out so far, only to be disappointed. 

My eyes closed shut, and before I knew it I was overcome by sleep. 

I woke to the sound of music. Someone from the room next to me was listening to Katy Perry. I couldn't yet figure out which song it was, but it was defiantly sung by Katy Perry. 

I rolled over, hitting the wall in process and threw my blanket over my head. I didn't want to wake up yet.

The idiot beside me decided to turn up the volume.