The Silhouette of a Girl

Chapter 1

(NOTE: not all the details may match up together, but please bare with me)

        I ran. I ran and ran and ran. I wish I could just follow my wolves to their pack and stay with them all my life. Tears ran down my face as I kept pumping my legs to go faster with the images replaying in my mind on replay. Running around trees and jumping over logs away from the stupid school that I came from. From the stupid people, specifically ONE stupid person. 

      I feel my phone vibrate as I continue running, I know who it is. It's my best friend trying to convince me to go to my house and not do anything stupid. I am probably going to do something stupid anyway, so I don't bother answering. She knows where I go at any of my bad points.

     As I continue to run straight towards my safe haven, I hear another set of smaller feet running alongside me. I know it is my wolves, they always know when I am hurting. 

    I finally hear the sound of my small waterfall, thank god. I slow down to a trot and see the rest of my miniature pack waiting for me. I'm finally able to breathe. As I calm down I notice that my wolves are looking at me, they are my outlet at many of my downfalls. I continue to a rock that I always sit on, it is just a few feet away from the river and small waterfall.

    As I sit, I break down. Two of my wolves come onto the rock and lay right next to me, they lick my tears away trying to give me the comfort I desire. I breathe, inhale and exhale. As I calm down again, I start to talk to the ones that help me find my peace.

   "I knew it. I knew that this was going to happen. God, why was I so blind?!" I lay on my back and stare into the beautiful light blue sky and the treetops that are so far away. It was a lightly cloudy day, but it seemed that the world was trying to keep me from finding the one thing I long for.

    I continue to stare until only a few of the tears that were once threatening to fall onto my cheeks start to slow their freefalling. It was a decent temperature in November, that nice Fall temperature. Not too cold, nor too warm. The sun was shining along my small river and kept making the view look heavenly, I was almost tempted to put my feet in... almost. 

   I looked to my side and noticed my brownish-blonde hair sprawled across the rock. My hair was pretty long, it reached the middle of my back. I wasn't anything special in my appearance. I was about 5'5 and kept a somewhat slim figure. My eyes were a blue-green color, mainly blue with a ring of green around the pupils. Nothing about me would catch anyone's attention. I don't dress to impress, I don't dress as if I were a vampire or supernatural being, and I just a low profile around the small town I live in.

    I lived just outside of Little Missouri falls, Missouri. The area wasn't too crowded, but it satisfied my "family's" need for the population. That's all they care about, a semi-crowded town with all the stores near. I like the space I get from my special spot in the woods. It was my safe haven. I don't completely get along with my biological family, I don't hate them either. I'm just not completely connected with them as much as they would like. I have a mother, father, and 2 brothers. I happen to be the middle child and only daughter. They all like the manmade things, I prefer a lot of the natural scenery. I even had my own "pet" wolves that they don't know about. I guess I could say that they adopted me first, in a way. I stumbled upon them when we first moved here, they didn't even try to attack me. The wolves were just wary of me and eventually got used to me. They now consider me part of the pack.

    As I zoned back in, I heard another set of footsteps. This caught my wolves' attention as they stared and sniffed for a scent. They remained calm so I figured it was Tootsie, my friend. Her name isn't actually Tootsie, that is just y nickname for her. Her real name is Trinity. My wolves also got used to her after they noticed we hung out a lot. "Ocean..." That is her nickname for me. My name is actually Rose. "Ocean talk to me, honey..." I didn't want to talk. Tootsie realized this and brought out the sketchbook she always carries for me.

   "Alright, draw it out... C'mon Ocean, show me the pain. I wanna help you but I don't know how unless you show me." I understood where she was coming from, I just didn't know how. There was too much going on in my head to even draw ONE picture. My solution, I drew a single line. It looked as if a 4-year-old had decided to try and draw spaghetti. Tootsie looked at me and nodded. She understood now.

   She knew how much he ended up hurting me from his actions. She couldn't do much, but she knew exactly what to do. 

   She let me cry even more.