When Wolves Hunt

Part 1

  “I don’t wanna wake up today. Please....”

    Today was April 13, the dreaded sixteenth birthday. The one day that I hated the most. The day where everyone was congratulating me for growing one year older, even though in reality, they were trying to distract me from the fact that it’s the anniversary of my twin’s and  mother’s death. Depressing, right. The mother and twin of an eleven year old girl tragically dies on their way to congratulate their cupcake for surviving one more year. On this day, every single year, I get one look, pity. I hate that look. I hate walking around on the day I’m supposed to be happy, only to be reminded of the pain I suffered through four years ago. I hate today….

    “ Get up, now! Maybe if you weren’t so lazy, you’d have better grades.”

    That would be Coral, my mother’s stepsister. She blames my mother’s death on me, because if I didn’t exist ‘her precious Lily’ would still be alive. She’s right, so I take everything she says and does without a peep.

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    Ten minutes later, I find myself outside, heading into the woods next door. What? Did you honestly think I was going to school? Heck to the no. I’ll just go to the lake. It’s a really pretty spot, and I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who knows about it. I don’t hang out with anybody, so I never had a reason to show anyone it either. It’s not the fact that no one wants to hang out with me, it’s the fact that if I get too close to anyone they’re bound to get hurt. It’s better this  way. I’m better off alone. 

    I contemplated this for who knows how long in my head, wandering in the dark maze that was my mind. If only I hadn’t called her, she would have been paying attention. She would’ve that black truck racing towards her in the control of a marine who had one too many beers. She would hav- woahhh. The ground gave out beneath me snapping me back to reality. I grabbed a vine to steady myself, mentally cursing myself out for forgetting about the water that was right above the lake. I reached my hand out for a protruding rock, only to find slippery moss covering the handhold. Shoot. I grabbed the rock closest to me. It pushed in at my touch. Okay, this couldn't get any worse, right? That’s what I was thinking. Until the rock wall I was hanging on to began to turn, trapping me inside a cave. 

“What the- mmph” Strong arms held me in place with a cloth over my mouth 

I can’t breathe…. And then it went dark.

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