The White Wolf in the Dark.

Chapter 2

He got off the bus, but as always, walked right past his house. He didn't care what time he got home, and if his parents did, he didn't. He walked right into the woods and made his way towards his little camp. He'd built it when he was at least 13, and all Jayce had done to it was make it better since. 

He had hiding spots inside of rotted trees, underground, and lots of others, he had built a bed with a roof on it, so when it rained, the bed didn't get wet. There were chairs, a fireplace, an ashtray made of a stump, and generally everything he needed.

So, when he laid down on the old mattress, he closed his eyes for a few seconds. He felt his consciousness slip away into the fatigue, and he drifted off slowly.

He had no idea where he was, besides he was in the woods. He had gotten lost. In the distance, he could hear a quiet rumble of water. Water. A river! He ran towards the sound, a need to get there. If he could just get there. He sprinted, tripping over his torn up clothes. He looked down at his hands, which were scratched up. He didn't care if he could just get to the river.

He heard it before he seen it. A low growl. He spun around and seen the massive wolf, almost as tall as him, maybe a few feet shorter. The eyes glowed a bright, electric yellow. He felt the lump in his throat and tried to swallow, but his heart was hammering too fast.

Before he had time to react, the wolf leaped after him, tackling him to the ground and sinking its teeth into his shoulder. He screamed in pain, feeling the searing blood dribble down his back and to his side. He reached over and grabbed a stick, turning and hitting the massive wolf in the nose with it.

The wolf yelped, and he did it again. Then, it shook it's head and tackled him again.

Jayce sat up quickly. The sun was low and he knew he had fallen asleep. He rubbed his eyes, trying to rub away his tiredness with him. "The hell was that dream?" He thought to himself. He had no clue. He grabbed his bag and stood up, rubbing his shoulder. He walked towards his house again, sighing.

He went in through the back door and quickly trotted up the steps, but he wasn't fast enough. "Jacob, you know for damn sure you ain't gettin' away from me! Get the 'ell down here!" Jayce sighed. "This'll be great..." He thought as he reluctantly turned down the steps and looked at his mother. 

Her brown hair was starting to turn gray, and her forehead slightly wrinkled with stress. He felt bad for her but not as bad as he did for himself. She'd lived her life happier. Her and his dad had been together since they graduated in high school. They were popular, too. Lisette Iggs and Raven Monroe, or as everyone called them, even now, Lily and Rav Monroe.

"Where have you been?!" His mother asked. Of course, she was being the strict mother she always was. "Nowhere, just walking around." He replied as if it were actually true. His mother knew better. "You don't just 'Walk around.' You never do. Now, where were you really." He shook his head. "I was just walking around" He walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a Hot Pocket, putting it into the microwave.

"Fine. Don't tell me." She shook her head angrily and walked away. He grabbed his hot pocket, burning his hand slightly, but he didn't care. He walked back up the stairs to his room, and walked in, sitting on his real bed.

His room was painted black, with purple circles painted everywhere. He had his closet packed with clothes, and his bed was too small for him.  He had a chest full of old toys he hadn't touched in years, and his bookshelf was full of books he had already read hundreds of times each. One of them, his least favorite, he had cut out a small rectangle, with a smaller square beside it, where he stashed his pack of cigarettes and his zippo.

He took out one, and stuck it between his lips, then opened the zippo he loved so much. It had a picture of a black wolf on it, howling at the moon behind it. He flicked the lighter on and lit his cigarette, closing it then replacing it into his book. He took another look at the cover. It was a book about some kind of archeologist stuff he never wanted to read. He put it into his bookcase and laid back onto the bed, opening his window and breathing out the puff of smoke.

He sighed as he looked at his ceiling. It was a dark purple, with black spots, the opposite of his walls. He flicked his cigarette out the window and grabbed his laptop, plugging in a pair of headphones. He put his headphones on and started to listen to music, sighing.

He took a bite of his hot pocket, waiting, watching the ceiling as if it were going to lead him to freedom. He knew it wouldn't. He stared anyways and listened.

He looked at the time. It was 4 AM. He sighed and turned off his laptop, pulling off his headphones. He laid back and drifted off again. He let himself slip into sleep again, sighing.

When he woke up, he sighed. He grabbed a shirt and pulled it on, then a pair of ripped jeans, followed by a black hoodie. He made sure he had his zippo and walked downstairs. He grabbed a few frozen waffles and placed them into the toaster, then grabbed his bag and waited. When they popped out, he grabbed them and put them on a plate.

Time to start the day.

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