Smoke
22nd of June, 2010
I lay on my bed, listening to Linkin Park. The light from the moon shines through my shredded curtains. Through my ear buds, the sounds of arguments conducted in the very next room of the little flat that I live in.
They're at it again, how long until they come in here and blame me? I ask myself. After the end of the current song, a black and white wolf slams open my door and staggers into my room
"get up you, little shit!" he yells, holding an empty beer bottle in his right paw. The wolf sees me and staggers violently over, grabbing me by my arm and dragging me out of my room.
I lose my MP3 along the way as I'm dragged out into the kitchen and thrown into a stack of empty beer bottles and cans. A grey wolf with yellow eyes and bright red sclera sits in a couch with a bong in her paws. she's high again I think before getting punched and brutally beaten till I'm almost unconscious.
"You are an absolute, fucking failure, what a waste to bring you into this world!" the dark wolf says after beating me. My body lays covered in bruises, my nose bleeds and I'm in a near state of blacking out
"you were a mistake that me and your whore of a mother should never of made!" he says before grabbing me by my neck then throwing me to the floor "get the fuck out of my sight, you fucking pillow biter!" my dad says before going into the lounge room, throwing a bottle at my mother before collapsing onto his couch. I start to slowly crawl back to my room. After 20 minutes, I finally get to my door.
I close my door and make my way to a drawer by my bed. I use as much strength as I can to make my way onto the bed and pull out a brand new, unused sharpener. I get a small screwdriver that I stashed under my pillow a while back and undo the screw that holds the blade on the plastic base.
Finally I take off my bloodstained shirt and separate the blade from the plastic.Trying my hardest to stand, I hobble over to a mirror that was standing on some drawers, blade in paw and at the ready. As I stand in front of the mirror, I whisper to myself
"if I'm a mistake, then I guess I won't be needing my feelings, no one will care for them anyway" I say as I pull the blade over the left side of my chest, a little to the lower left of my heart and press till I feel the pain, I then swipe in a diagonal line to the upper right of my heart, mirroring on the opposite side till an X is formed and scared into my chest. I leave the blood to flow from the wound and soak my fur. From this day, this mark will prove just how heartless I will become, no more weakness, no more crying, no more feeling I think to myself as I watch my white chest slowly change from an expanding patch of crimson red.
1st of April, 2014 (Present Day)
Cloudy
I sit horrified to hear everything. Smoke looks away with ears dropped, avoiding the sight of my reaction to his dark truth. "What happened next?" I ask
"wounds opened up when I got into a fight the next day at school, bled through my shirt and the teachers reported this to the police" he says, clearly remembering the pain from reliving these memories.
"The kid you got into the fight with?" I ask with some concern, a sigh is given before I receive an answer
"he got a broken jaw, a fractured leg, 2 broken bones in his right arm, fractured left wrist and 4 broken ribs, also was put into a critical state" I get told, feeling some sadness with a touch of fear, wondering if this boy was still capable of such things now that he has grown, but I understand.
"Show me your chest" I demand, he looks at me with slight shock, but utters no words "show me your chest" I repeat. the grew wolf looks away as he raises his shirt, I soon begin to dig through his winter fur till I find a scar in the shape of an X marked directly over his heart. I shed a couple tears before quickly clearing them away, I was right to worry about him I think as I lower his shirt and hold his paws.
"Well, one more time to be sure" Smoke says, I look him dead in the eyes as he faces me "are you sure you want to be with me?" he asks. I let go of his paws before hugging him
"I'm not changing my answer, I just want you to promise me you will never do this again" I say as I hold him tight, letting go of a few more tears. I hear him let out a small deep breath before saying 2 words, the most important 2 words that I needed to hear from him right now
"I promise".
YOU ARE READING
Once Doesn't Mean Always (Straight Furry Story)
RomanceSmoke Greypaw, a grey and white wolf is having trouble fitting in at school, he hides his past and rarely talks to others, pushing everyone away, but what happens when a beautiful fox tries to get close? Smoke tries to sort out his feelings and lear...
