The Spirit Within (Editing)

Part 1

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Enjoy, the first chapter of The Spirit Within!

Nothing's better than being swift and fast. Speeding through wet dewy grass. The pounding of my paws as they thud on the soggy grass. I felt my heart race with anticipation as I kept looking back at the rapidly rising sun.

Racing through the cold grass, I watched the sunrise. I felt my emerald eyes widen with mere adrenaline filled instinct when I tried to race the sun. Watching it slowly rise up just had me even more worked up. Panicked, my ears fell flat down against my head. A low growl emitted through my throat. I tried my hardest to keep calm as it felt like some sort of anxiety I couldn't explain. Similar to someone hijacking your entire subconscious and forcing feelings you couldn't help into your brain. 

This hijacker, was something I liked to call The Spirit Within. A fancy name for something that didn't deserve that fancy of a fucking name. I hated her with all my heart.

I wasn't supposed to tell anyone about my secret. If I did, bad things would happen, like accusing me of witchcraft and burning me in fire. Well, not really. Maybe back then when we were more heard of. Now I would just get shot. God. I can't imagine. My claws came out naturally, feeling threatened.
It's okay.. I told myself. It's okay it's okay.  

Feeling them slowly retract in, was still unusual to me. I read from my journal. Clicking my pen, I remembered the minute my eyes scanned the page. I  search through the horrid dark memories I wrote in this very journal I'm currently reading. I felt my eyes water up with emotions as they began to make my eyes see nothing but pure blur with the amount of stored tears in my eyes. Blinking them out, large drops fell onto the opened journal. Blotting everywhere and distorting certain words.

Suddenly looking throughout the page something caught my eye which made my stomach churn in pain.

I had to learn to trust The Sprit Within.

I felt my entire body become numb and cold with the blood draining from my face. I continued to read.

Chills went down my spine as I thought about the horrifying things. I continued to pace the large field I was standing in, while assuming the worst. The sun was rising faster, I had to find a hiding spot. Quick. I'm not quick enough I will never be quick enough. I'm not true to my name.
A cheetah.
Looking at the sea of grass that made my front yard I saw the dew glistening as the deep orange sun rose seemingly faster. Almost as fast as my time running out.

Finally seeing signs of my roof from a distance I felt some anxiety chip away like a brick from a building. Crumbling away as I knew deep inside it would just be repaired. The anxiety that never goes away.