A Reject

Why Me?

As the tears begin to fall I do nothing to keep them from doing so.

"Why did he want to reject us!" I sob, speaking with Sage, my wolf.

'I don't know darling but It hurts, oh so bad' she practically wined, echoing my thoughts.

I ran towards my jeep and stripped down in the parking lot, luckily everyone was in school. Placing my cloths under my car I quickly shift.

Feeling the tearing of skin and cracking of bones. The pain was nothing compared to my broken heart. Immediately I charge into the thick red wood forests that surround Deanstown High, my wolf howling out in distress. I ran and ran till I arrived at BrickMount Cliff, deep within my pack's territory.

My auburn coat blew in the warm summer wind. It was such a beautiful day. The sun shone high in the sky, glistening on the glassy ocean below. Seagulls dove into the water below, catching fish and living in their own special worlds. Sometimes I wished I could fly. I wished I could fl away, right off this very cliff.

I look down, as I had done so many times before. So many times I had wanted to jump off this cliff as a young girl.

I was very depressed with an eating disorder. I would cut my arms into ribbons, only to have the scars heal over seconds after the pain was inflicted. One day it got so bad that I forever scarred my arm with the word 'Why?'

With my weight I would sometimes gain more than ten ponds a week. Other times I'd loose that amount and be deathly ill.

One day someone told the pack doctor why I had been getting so sick and having such drastic weight changes. He took me out of my house where my parents had been too buy to notice what had happened to their precious daughter. John, that was his name, John Firthan. He spent hours with me. Helping me maintain a normal weight and see the world as the beautiful place it truly was.

After being my doctor, he became my trainer, teaching me in the art of self defense and even helping me earn a six pack of steel.

I remember coming back to school the very next year, junior year. They spread nasty rumors about why I had done it. But none were true, I had done this to myself. My demons had won. People would openly ogle at my scars and I tried to always cover them up with many bracelets and long sleeve shirts. Eventually I realized that my scars were proof that I had made it through. That I would never go back to such pain. That I was better than that small piece of metal.

I sat on the cliff thinking about all these things now. I couldn't jump. I couldn't leave mom,

or dad,

or Kayla,

or John.

I couldn't do this to John.

I retreated a few steps and shifted back into my wolf form. Whimpering, I placed my head upon my paws. Not even John can destroy my demons forever.

'Why?'

As I fell into the blackness that was exhaustion, I sense a warmth coming towards me. Something was here, next to me. It sat down next to me and snuggled deep into my auburn coat. Then suddenly, for the first time since I was young, I felt at peace. It was wonderful.

But one question lingered in my mind before unconsciousness engulfed me,

'Who's there?'

...............

Sad and short.

~ K