The Pack

The fire is crackling and I feel the heat trapped beneath my hands.My face balled up with heat. Lying here in the warmth , I remember other nights- nights worst than today , nights were pain only made me stronger. 

 The fire pops as I slowly turn my head twice, then a third time at Fletcher and Iden. I smile fondly , looking back at the fire, We've all met a painful faith. I cant speak for all of us , of course, since were all not alike. And most certainly , not all of us has had the same experience.

  I've known some with loving mothers, I've known some with no mothers. I know of some you've ran away from there homes to find better for them selves. I've known some people being treated cruelly by people especially there loved ones , people you starved and craved to find the light to the end of there tunnel. 

     I've known all these people and I've been all these people.

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