Bat

Lost Puppy [2/2]

I want to be found, since I am a lost puppy. I want someone to take me home. I want to be in the comfort of my hut, so desperately. And I crave human contact so much. I took up the option of walking around the woods in the daylight to pass the time, like I usually did; talking to the crows and the woodpeckers, who were occupying themselves collecting their food.

I listened around, for other noises; sounds of humming and then giggling. I took a look in the direction of the noise and squint my eyes. I see people, mainly two people. A man and a woman. I quickly turn to a defensive position, held my dagger in a way that might hurt either of these people since I do not have a proper place to hide. As they move closer, they became aware of me. I could make out their faces, their dark chocolatey brown skin, sleek black hair, dark brown eyes, their square faces and sharp triangular features. I sat, like a sitting duck, for them to approach me and wondering what city they're from.

"You, girl with the knife, who are you?" The guy shouts, from the sound of his accent he sounds like he's from the ghetto - I know this from watching TV. 

I think of the name I gave Zeke; Bat. But, then I realize I am not wearing my hat. "I'm Kit, who are you and why are you here?" I pointed my dagger at them and stood my ground; they needed to know this is my territory, not theirs.

"I'm Nash and this is my friend, Patch. We're taking our game to Easton; to sell it." Nash held up two dead rabbits and Patch held a basket full of fruits, well that's at least I assumed what it was. Their clothes were basically rags, Nash wasn't wearing a shirt and his jeans had multiple rips. Patch was wearing a dress, that looked ripped at the hem, because it only went to her thigh and was covered in dirt. It almost was just only a shirt. Luckily she had no curves to show off, or else it'd only be a shirt for her because she's literally that tall. If Patch wasn't a feet or so taller than me, she'd look younger than me, but she's not. She's tall and she made me look like an eleven year old, but only because I'm Five feet even.

"Easton?" I question. "I demand you to take me there!" I held onto the hilt of my knife, maybe they will help me if I seem powerful and strong - and if I just so happen to threaten their life. It's not like I would kill them, or hurt them; because I honestly don't think I could stomach such a thing.

Nash and Patch led the way, I don't point my dagger at them, but I keep a firm grip on the hilt.

Why am I disobeying papa? He told me to stay in the cave, until he came for me... But, would he ever really come? I have been out here for what seems like weeks, all alone and lost in the wilderness. It'd be different if he visited me, but then it dawned on me. What if my dad couldn't visit me because something bad has happened to him? I pause, letting Nash and Patch walk a bit ahead. I want to cry and can feel the tears coming, but I hold them back. What if I was to never see my dad ever again? Would I be alone forever? Of course I would, I can never have a friend, I can never love a man, I can never get married... I can never even have kids. I will be alone forever, or I will be killed.

I collapse to the ground in tears, because of my fate that has already been decided for me. And, despite the fact that I have scared them out of their wits... Patch rushes to my side. "Is everything all right?" She asks in a sweet and kind voice.

I don't understand how she can be so nice, when I threatened her life. "I'm sorry."  I manage to choke out mindlessly.

"It's alright, tell me what's wrong?" Patch asks, sweetly. She seems really nice... I should have not threatened her.

"What if she kills me?" I blurt out the thought without thinking.

"Excuse me?" Patch asks, completely shocked.

I guess it's inevitable. "I shouldn't be alive."

"Huh?" Patch paused. "Are you kidding me? Yes, you should be alive, you're alive for a reason." Patch pointed up to the sky and started acting all religious. "God has a plan set out for you."