The call of the wild

First Time In The Wild

A/N: So here it is the first chapter, although I started this book so suddenly I still won't abandon my other book, which I would try to give my hardest to keep it going and write it how I want it to turn out, even though I want to delete it again. But overall I hope this situation does you good and you are in a good mental state.

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"I never fitted in between my kind, but I realized that it wasn't that I didn't fit in. I was in a wrong world. I belong to the wild. My home. "~by me.

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Someone's  P. O. V

Pain.

Pain was summoning my body. Rage along with feeling. A feeling such strong cicrled my whole beign.

I could feel the tension building in my muscles as I struggled to breathe from the agonizing amount of pain. Both mentally and physically.

The feeling of being ran over by a bus would have been more barable rather than being thrown into another world falling from the sky from 15 meters if not more. Crushing my whole body as if I was a rag doll being thrown off by a kid who isn't satisfied with the toy it's mother bought.

Groaning in such immense hurt I slowly rolled, on my back feeling the leaves under me crunching and hearing the sound of the wild. Whilst holding my hurt ribs and ankle I was gasping and panting for air.

But instead I felt the air being sucked out of my lungs every time I tried to breathe in. My ribs hurt a lot along with my hand as well. But holding onto my hurt parts wouldn't most definitely help. It is not like I had healing powers now did I.

Cursing upon the moon goddess and my fate I curled up in a  fetal position, as I held onto my ankle and ribs trying not to move too much that can cause any sudden  pain.

But to no avail nonetheless I still felt the agonizing feeling of my ribs being broken and screams leaving my body as I move and feel the sharp sudden pain in my hurt area.

I was shutting my eyes with so much force as the new shed tears, made their way to the old traces of my previous crying session .

Crying seems to be like a hobby of mine. But this time it is different.

This time I am crying for not being strong enough, I am crying for being taken advantage of, I am crying for my broken soul and broken world.

This time for the first god forbidden time I am crying for myself.

But crying won't help my situation currently nor worsen it either. So having no other choice I stood there helplessly on the cold muddy grass covered by tons of leafs with all spectrums of warm colors.

It was autumn and it was freezing that I could tell.

The ground looked like it was covered by a blanket rich in warm colors, that it seemed to hide many traces, many footsteps and many paths.

But the ground I am laying on seems to be left untouched by any breathing alive thing for that matter. The time passed and my cries seemed to die down, as my silent pleas and cries of helplessness and whaling for help. It all died down just how my will to live to see another day did.

"Why, Why me out of all people?! For fucks sake why me. Moon Goddess why do you always chose me, why why why?!, I wanted just to be accepted that's all"

I cried and whailed as if it would make a difference that I was left and abandoned just in matter of seconds by my precious mate and family.

I was crying so much that I felt like I cried out for all these years I was molested mentally and physically.