Chapter One

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    I lie to myself. I tell myself that everything will be okay. I tell myself it will be over soon, that it is just temporary. If that were true.........than maybe my life would have lasted up to its full capacity.

     December 1st, 2017

I don't like many things but I do know, that I absolutely LOVE snow. The way it gently falls from the sky and when it lands on you it slowly melts on your skin. Although it's hard to enjoy it's beauty when you face is being shoved in it. My warm tears collide with the cold powdery snow causing it to slowly melt.

"Please let me go," I cry as I speak. My voice is muffled slightly as I'm practically drowning in my own salty tears. "Please!" My face feels as if it is an ice cube, at this point all I'm afraid of is getting frostbite. My attacker chuckles and pushes my muzzle deeper into the 2 feet of powdered beauty. I just continue to cry before a voice calls for the beastly harasser. Luckily he has better things to do than beat me to a pulp today.......other days I'm not so lucky. I sit up and wipe away multiple tears and just sit for a minute. I look over my shoulder seeing that the beast is nowhere to be found......I wish I could promise him a slow and painful death. I stand up and put my paws in my pocket for warmth as I am freezing. My house is only a few blocks down so it isn't to bad of a walk. Tears still flow down my cheeks causing my fur to become even more wet. I glance at my driveway noticing that no one else is home. When I open the door the warm air hits me and I feel a bit better, I am no longer crying. I shut the door behind me and look down at my feet, realizing I'm barefoot. How could I have not noticed that? Ignoring it I walk upstairs to the bathroom and strip before I start a hot shower. The water hits the back of my neck and runs down my body. I'm in shape but I'm not very muscular. Although I am pretty short for my age(16), only around 5'5". I am almost completely relaxed in the shower when I hear the doorbell ring. I'd rather not answer that. It rings again. Realizing that they probably won't leave I turn off the water and step out of the shower.

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