B R U T A L I T Y
Prologue
I remembered it all like it was yesterday, even though it was though my glazed naive eyes from many years ago.
Every time I'd try to sleep, I'd just see them in my head. They'd never go away and it'd always just be a reminder of how much of a failure I was to them, or still am.
"Mommy, mommy!" I shouted, my arms flailing and flopping like string, running in the direction I had hoped my mom would be. I ran into the kitchen, the smell of freshly baked cookies lingering in the air. I grinned with a few missing teeth, knowing that mom was baking her delicious goods.
"Ah, ah, ah, not until after lunch." Mom teased placing the burning tray on the counter with her pink floral oven gloves, and a frown covered my childish face. "Why don't you go and play outside? It's a lovely day today." She said, looking down at me, her blue eyes twinking from the sunlight that bounced though the open windows.
After nodding hastily, I put my favorite shoes on at the time which were flat purple jelly shoes. I remembered when I first got them mom wanted me to get some white or clear ones so they'd match better with my clothes. However, with me being the assertive six year old I was, I didn't listen and said I'd 'wear them with everything'. Which I did.
As I exited through the back door through the kitchen, I was met with the blinding sun and heat, but ignored it as I skipped towards the swing set near the back of the garden like one of those overly excited and happy kids in the movies. The grass was trimmed to the same height, as insects traveled around the different plants, I giggled when a butterfly landed on the tip of my nose and gazed in awe.
Being careful not to scare it away, I stood still, admiring the wings that were decorated blue with dots of yellow. I grinned, but as the butterfly gracefully flew away along with the rest of the insects, I frowned, confused.
It was like that for a few seconds, but I thought it was just the wind that scared them off.
Suddenly, I heard a growl of an animal from the dense trees not too far behind me. I shivered and my lip trembled in fear as I heard it again, but closer this time.
Turning around I came face to face with glowing amber eyes, a snot covered snout and long wavy dark fur. My eyebrows rose as I took a step back, but stopped as I looked closer into the animal's eyes.
I almost saw some kind of humanity, some kind of sympathy, kindness that I now knew was not to be expected from an animal who was growling aggressively at me.
It took a step forward, and that was when I took the chance to scream, "Mommy! Daddy! Help!" at the top of my voice, turning and running towards my house. I was unfortunate however, because I fell over and the growling beast stood over me, moving its paw over my face which only made pain appear.
I screamed, my parents came rushing out with guns and knives, preparing to attack the animal. Being naive and stupid had me wanting them not to kill the wolf as tears prickled down my cheeks along with warm fresh blood from my wound.
Before my dad could even take a shot or stab it, it leaped forward, biting his neck and collarbone and sending him to the ground. I cried out, as did my mom, at the pain we both felt of witnessing the death of our protector.
Mom fell to her knees, clutching her chest tightly. I couldn't speak or make a noise, only witness the true brutality of their murder and think that it was all my fault. She rose from the ground, whispering an incoherent goodbye before she ran forward and attacked the beast with the knife in her hand, stabbing it as it bit her and clawed her to shreds like my father.
The memory would replay in my head every night, the only way to stop it being to stay awake or take pills in hope to take away the pain. But it was always there. And probably always will be.
But as I laid on my bed, staring at the bland ceiling, I realized it was the beginning of a whole new life for me, a whole new world, but I just didn't quite realize it as I looked into those amber fired eyes. I was too young to have understood what that wolf really was, and why it did what it did.
From here, the story truly begins.
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