Alone

Chapter 1

Step after aching step, my feet burst into flames as the callouses grow worse with every passing second. The forest floor press against my torn converse, which break the dead leaves that reside on the ground.

The crunching of leaves and twigs echo in my ears as a deer waltzes into my peripheral vision. My stomach growls angrily as I am tempted to make my leap and satisfy the hunger that has been lingering with me for the past three weeks.

I have been surviving on nothing but river water and berries for two full months.

I crouch down, my bones cracking and pain rushing through me like a thousand lightning bolts. My skin is changing in the blink of an eye, taking on the new form of a wolf.

I hide in the bushes, slowly arching forward as I tense up my muscles, getting ready to leap and claim my prize. I push against the surface of the forest floor and fly through the air, startling the deer. It attempts to run forward, but is soon caught in my unforgiving claws. It struggles against me, but I bite down on its rib cage and make my way slowly to the neck where it finally collapses, leaving my jaws drenched in its crimson blood.

I rip open the stomach without a second thought and tear the carcass apart, leaving nothing untouched but the undigestible fats. Satisfied, I walk away, searching tirelessly for some river water to complete my meal.

My legs take me away from the dead body, leaving it to decay and become one with nature. The faint echo of a running river can be heard just a few kilometers away. I set for my destination as a rabbit appears on my trail a few feet away from me.

I drink the cold liquid from the river and take a left turn.

My next destination is a small town miles away. I need to leave as little tracks or hints to my whereabouts as possible.

If I am found, it will be the death of not just me, but everyone around me.

I trudge over the logs and maneuver around every tree until I finally find a path. I look both ways, wondering which way leads to the town.

I head to my right, the branches of the trees beside me shield the sun from the ground, leaving only a thick blanket of trees on either side. The path grows darker and darker with every step I take. A sudden cold breeze grazes over me as my bones struggle to find the last bit of warmth inside me.

I start to feel light-headed when I am completely enclosed in the shadows of the old wooden forest. I head into the bushes and lie down, trying to regain my health from the long hike I've been making constantly for months.

The light of the shining sun can be seen as rays on the ground. I stare emotionlessly as my own mind takes over causing me to lose my consciousness slow and painfully. The sun rays grow dimmer as tiredness overtakes my body and mind like the effect of a drug.

I walk down the stairs of my house. The counter tops are covered in pills and a white powder. I let out a sigh of disappointment as I put all their drugs back into their containers.

Yelling is heard from the basement.

They're arguing again.

I dismiss it as I reached for the television remote, which was damaged due to a previous fight.

My favorite show, Spongebob, was playing when a scream, followed by a smack buzzed around my house.

I rush down the stairs and through the basement door to see my mom storming off with a red face and tearing eyes.

"What happened?" I ask worriedly, keeping my guard up as my father's fiery eyes lock with mine.

He comes closer as I back up.

He grabs the baseball bat we would play with before everything went wrong.

Smack

He swings the metal bat and it collided with my face. I tumble backwards and retreat to a corner, shielding my head from anymore blows.

Smack

My arms are filled with excruciating pain. He leans over me and starts beating me repeatedly.

"Stop!" I scream, trying to resist his merciless blows, "why are you doing this? We used to be the best of friends!" I exclaim while trying to crawl to the door.

No words escape his mouth.

He suddenly drops the bat and I take the opportunity to make my escape. My mother was at the door, blocking me from getting away.

"Mom, please let me out!" I plead, but before I knew it, a growl was heard behind me. I stand up, looking back at the dark grey wolf with thirsty blood red eyes.

"Dad, please!" I beg.

Another growl, this time from the entrance of the basement door. There lies before me not one, but two blood thirsty wolves, ready to pounce and tear my body open without hesitation. I run to the far end of the basement trying to hide myself in the cellar.

My luck seems to have run out as the door is locked and my parents are standing behind me. I look back to see their piercing eyes before they leap onto me, knocking me down to the floor. They tear at my clothes, shredding them. The pain that followed from their sharp teeth, sinking into my skin like it was nothing, is excruciating. I yell for help, screaming and hoping someone would hear me.

I can feel death creeping around the corner.

I'm going to die here.

I slowly lose all feeling in my body as I get prepared to enter the afterlife. By this point, I can't tell which wolf was my mother or father.

One of them comes up to me. Anger, and blood lust is prancing around in their glazed eyes. They aren't my parents anymore.

One of them opens its powerful and deadly jaws, crushing my skull.

Author's Note:

That's it for now!

I hope you enjoyed this revised version of my book 'Hurt'. I will try to update as much as possible.

Thank you for reading!

Shoutout goes to _RoseThorn_ for helping me edit this story!