My Broken Life.

Chapter 1

Me taking a shower at my mom and dads place, they had a couple small waterfalls in their back yard.

I don't know what to do anymore. I can live my life in my own little dream world and live in pain, or I can face facts and move on. I dont really want to do either. I'm stuck at the halfway point. Just once I wish I'd have the courage to ask, and to reveal everything. But I dont want everything to come down in fire and ash. What I'd give to just feel...nothing...

I should have felt happier when I walked out of college for the last time. But since I'm out, I'm going to have a harder time avoiding the truth. While everyone else around me headed off to meet their friends or to go to parties and celebrations, I was left walking alone towards the parking lot. I pushed my thing glasses up, readjusting them. Guys like me...we dont get invited to parties. Whatever, who says I want to celebrate anyway. Part of me wants to go back to the prison of school so I dont have to go out and face reality.

I had worked my ass off for so long to get through school. Yeah, I did it. The work played off, but still dont feel satisfied. Not with that empty feeling eating away at me. I'll probably just stay at the same job I have now, reel in some more cash. My parents had told me that starting slow was a good idea, well I know it was for them, and the rest of my family. My dad, Wilfred, works as a doctor, something he told me he had wanted to do since he was a kid. My mom, Lizzie, worked as a cook for a while at a restaurant, and over the years she climbed up the employment ladder and became the head chef. My sister, Alice, left to travel the world and discover new things. She was always into Archeology, when we were kids she would hide stuff in the sand box so she could go dig it up and pretend she was discovering lost relics of some ancient civilization. And my little brother, Geoff, hes fighting through high school. He plays his bass guitar whenever he gets the chance. I can see him getting big in the future. Me?...I'm nothing special.

When I arrived at the parking lot I looked around, scanning the crowd. I finally managed to spot some familiar ears pointing out over the rest of the furry's.

"Hay, hey Pascal!" He called, and started to walk over to me. He was always pretty tall for an Wolf, and today he was looking as...handsome as ever...

Rick...oh Rick. Everytime I see him my heart fills with a mixture of joy and pain at the same time. I've had a crush on Rick since we first met. Hes perfect in every way...his face, his arms, his chest, his legs, his...well; let's not get into that right now. He's tall, he's strong, muscular. He has beautiful jet black fur except for a white patch over his right eye and a white necklace and the tip of his tail and deep, shining blue right eye and green left eye. His scent is intoxicating; I cant help but get lost in it every times hes near me. And to top that all odd hes the kindest person I've ever met. He has a great heart. I wonder if he's into Tigers like me...God I hope he is.