Since Forever

Chapter 6.5

HAPPY THANKSGIVING FOR THOSE FELLOW AMERICANS OF MINE.

Happy whatever is happening today for the rest of the world? Do other cultures like celebrate something like Thanksgiving or is this a normal day for them? Because I got a five-day vacation and I am happy.

Here are your two other chapters as always. Chapter 6.5 was finished a long time ago, it was that blasted chapter 7. This section of the story is long, takes a lot of details, so it's hard to write.  Also, section 1 might end soon. I never thought of it like that. It's just chapter 6.5 and we're already reaching the end of the past section. 

It's kinda sad, because like, it is so short. But you never know guys. It might last longer. See you soon again! 

Remember. Inkitt does exist. 

We had lived and moved like it was out breath. Life is so small and meaningless sometimes. You look back and you see how short your life was.

The eyes had followed us. I noticed that when I got a bit older when my mom loved to leave everything to me. Sometimes I would cook the food with the small fire while everyone developed that language of theirs and stole my idea of painting on the walls. I would let my eyes wander when those eyes would come to stare me down with their regular visits. We never made true eye contact. He would stare at me, I wouldn't.

Some communication seemed to come through. He would say hello with his own growl, I would nod towards him. He would get curious about what I was doing and growl and I would snarl back to mind his own business. He seemed to like me. Was he a he though?

Genders. The most confusing human classification.

Mom hated him. So much. She screeched at him like it there was tomorrow. It is funny when you think that she would screech at him but she didn't make it to tomorrow for me to truly laugh.

One day, right after she had screeched at him and he left, I secluded myself in our next home cave. The men and my mother went hunting for a final piece of food. I was left with one other kid. I had used my time to finish the painting I was very concentrated on. The boy left behind tried to make passes at me multiple times during the wait. He never got any type of consent from me, only disgust. Thinking back, it was the first time I had felt disgusted and I was probably the first girl who denied any consent to a man but they always persist. He was the first pervert and catcaller.

Before he got mad and tried attacking me out of spite, which I would have beaten him down for because he was that era's definition of a spoiled brat, a screech came from a few miles away. Big and proud and my mothers. I went sprinting leaving all behind. My eyes moved through the forest easily and in the back of my mind, I was wondering where those eyes were.

Past the fog of trees was my mother. Proud in shambles, blood covered to the corner, fallen and dead. Everyone, everyone had died but one who weakly stood like a toothpick and broke. The boy who had followed me and screeched to attack, only to run. Even then, the dead were the dead. We couldn't do anything.

But I was still running.

Running. Running. Forward.

My hand grasped at the fire stick and I rushed forward. My eyes faced him and my hand curled as the fire licked me. I placed it in front of me and scared it away. I was going to jump when I saw its eyes.

So big.

So beautiful.

Reminded me of him.

That small eyes that belonged to the beast. The beast that always watched me.

But it wasn't him.

Sadly, it was too late.

The hesitation to reveal gave it enough time to chomp me down and I was dead.

Broken in half and dead.