The Beasts Within Me

The Wolf

       From inside my cave I heard the storm growing, branches swaying in the harsh wind, then finally giving away under the pressure, cracking and tumbling to the ground with a crackling thud.  I turned my back to the entrance of the cave to protect the small fire I made with a cluster of small rocks and sticks, but the wind was relentless and within seconds the sixth fire I lit was carried away once again. I sighed and gave up and snuggled myself tightly between the cold stones at the back of the cave, behind a rock on my makeshift bed of leaves and twigs. When snow and hail began to fall from the sky and the cave and wind became unbearably cold, I knew I wouldn't live a next day this time as it was early January.  I bearly made it through December, but thankfully I followed the other animals and stashed away food and hibernated, good thing there weren't any storms though. It was cold but i survived.

      I felt myself slowly losing consciousness and I welcomed it as I was tired of being me, even if I didnt know who that was yet since I was only five, but still, I was tired of everything I suffered through life since the day I was born. I tried so hard to stay alive and be good so I'll be wanted, but I guess this world and everything in it just really wanted me dead and alone.  When I finally opened my eyes the morning after, the storm was gone and I was snuggled into something soft and warm while something wet and soft was sliding up my cheek.  I turned my head and nearly screamed myself deaf as a huge, fluffy, white and black wolf was in my cave, licking at my cheek.  As I looked him over though I saw that he was beautiful and didn't seem dangerous, his eyes were two different colours, one orange and the other blue and there were black and white stripes running across his back.

    I tried to put him out the cave so he can go back to his family or friends but he only came back and nudged at my head with his snout (yes he was that tall) so after the fourth time of trying to get him to leave I decided that maybe for whatever crazy reason he wanted to stay here with me, maybe....maybe he was abandoned also.  After two days passed and he was still here I figured that I should give him a name instead of just calling him Wolfy.  I pondered through my head for a name that will be the most suitable but none came up and since I didnt know anyone nor ever socialized I don't know any names other than Emeraldine Everest, which was my name, given to me by the Gods.

     After I pondered for a few more minutes a voice, maybe my subconscience, whispered inside me " Jace, name him Jace" so I did and to my suprise he responded well to it, Jace is a wolf's name right?  Whatever, he likes it and so do I.  So for the past twelve years we have been taking care of each other, we even worked out a routine, he will hunt for food to bring back at the cave and I will roast it over a fire for both of us as we enjoy the meat much better cooked.  Life has been much more bearable since Jace came into my life and I think I will enjoy the rest of my life in the comfort of this cave, my home, with him by my side.

    After all I'm  turning eighteen next year, what could change after so many years?  I finally accepted my life for what it is and I have come to terms that everything that happened, happened for a reason, the abandonment of my parents when I was a newborn, the Gods bringing me up until I was three, them abandoning and forgetting me also, having to survive in the forest by myself at the age of three and the natural 'accidents' I faced from the Gods that almost took my life.  All those things and more that I have suffered through, yet made it out alive thus far.  At least I can say they made me stronger and from all that darkness a light shone through, that light being Jace, my best and only friend.

THE END

or is it??