-Author: So I know the language here is a bit on the confusing side, but it is suppose to be poetic. (I'm trying a new writing style [the whole story won't be in this style just a select few chapters]). This chapter does reveal two characters backstories, which have been changed for the purposes of this story. Oh and side note it seems that it's actually a challenge to type on an iPad with a cast on my hand, yay.-
Running, running,
Fear
Can't escape
It's coming
I'm scared
They're gone
They have left this world
They have left before their time
I'm the only one left
My home is gone
My family is gone
All I've ever known is gone
And now my life may be coming to a close
A howl brakes the silence, a human lays on the ground in a pool of his own blood. A hole ripped in his stomach and the bite of a werewolf on his arm. A turning bite. A moon red as blood dipping down from the center of the sky.
Silence... nothingness...
and for a second, a blinding light...
Then, then
It's ripped away
His eyes shoot open, red, slitted pupils, as if reflecting the sky
Then they shift back to a brown, human like...
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Meaningless
It's all meaningless
"I'm sorry for your loss," they tell me.
"It gets better over time," they tell me.
But it doesn't
It never does
The pain never goes away
It turns to resentment
It turns to hatred
You lash out
Lock yourself in your room
Cry only when no one is looking
Until you have no tears left
Till everything is meaningless
Till you care about no one
And hate everyone
YOU ARE READING
SNO in a Semi-modern AU
FanfictionNope, too lazy. I'll put one later. Also, I didn't realize how much I depend on using my right hand and/or both hands until I lost that ability.
