The Golden Wolf

The Golden Wolf

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I look up and his eyes meet mine, and suddenly I'm seeing them as I'd never before. His eyes aren't red and scary. They're black. Dark pools of billowing volcanic ash, hiding obsidian in their depths. The darkness of space, where black, crystallized celestial bodies reside. The universe is captured and suddenly I'm stargazing in the eyes of a man. ~ I don't know what the proper etiquette for killing yourself with a razor is. Should I be delicate and cut slowly and precisely? Or should I get angry and slash at my wrists and thighs with all the anger I feel for myself and my situation and God for allowing this to happen? Maybe I should start delicate and then get angry. Should I carve words and pictures into my thighs, or just make a mess? Should I cut vertically or horizontally into my wrist? ~ Kallie escaped from a dark past to live a semi-normal life with all of it's semi-normal problems, all coming to a head when her vaguely suicidal tendencies go to far. She finds herself trapped with a group of people who seem just a little off, you know, besides the fact that they accidentally kidnapped her. Skills from her past may become useful again when the group finds the one who has been killing off some of their own. WARNING: Themes such as suicide and abuse are portrayed in this story. If these may harm you in some way, I would advise not reading, or reading with caution. You are loved.
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Alone. Naked. Cold. Covered in blood that is just as likely to be mine as someone else's. I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I'm running from. All I get are flashes, snippets of dark shadows, sneering faces. Pain always follows these nightmares, these memories. I was found, taken in, but I have no way of knowing if I only escaped the frying pan just to jump into the fire. I don't understand these people, these wolves. They don't understand me, either. Our words mean nothing to each other, they're no more than sounds. We use gestures, facial expressions, body language like the beasts we seem to be. I can only pray these beasts are not the same ones I'm running from. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Ice" #3 in "Werecat" #18 in "Loss" #19 in "Neko"

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