Trevor
They said she'd been feeding the wolves for five years; that she'd been living alone for just as long. I wondered how she'd been able to do it, but realized that some things were easier when you don't try to understand something.
Those wolves were basically her pets, and they attacked her. What kind of person would go close enough to a wild animal? They said she'd even let them eat out of her hand. Was she just being stupid, or brave?
I had to find a way to forget about her, for the sake of my sanity. This girl was driving me to the point of going crazy. I couldn't think about anything but her, and every conversation invariably turned to her. Time passed, and I found it harder and harder to be away from her.
She hadn't been in school for about two months, and people were beginning to worry. She had few friends, so she wasn't widely missed. The few people who did notice her, though, were not the ones I'd expected.
The wannabe "cool kids" heard about her attack, and they immediately starteed wearing black, being completely somber, getting better in their classes. "In her memory," as one of them said, "we will change our ways. We miss her dearly, and everything we're going to do from here on out will be for her."
I found it hard to believe, as they'd been picking on her for as long as I could remember. I stayed away from her, as well, only because I wanted to fit in. Now that I hadn't seen her, I realized how rude I was being.
I think I'm in love with her, I thought, and the words sounded so right. I tried them aloud, "I think I'm in love with her." The words fell off my tongue, so easily it seemed as if I was supposed to say them. "Achlys, I'm going to take care of you." I got up and grabbed my keys, running out to my car. I started on the road to her house, when suddenly I saw something I wished I'd never seen.
