The Boy Who Cried Wolf

The blood dripped from my knuckles, it was there, I knew it.
"The wolf was there, it was right there," I shuttered but no one believed me, their faces said it all.
"Believe me" I shouted.
"Aurora," I looked at the girl with ebony black hair and pretty hazel eyes, the girl whom I loved my whole life.
"Please you have to believe me, please," I begged but the crowd scattered. It was like no one wanted to believe me, those looks they gave me, the way they looked at me, it was making me question my sanity.
"You are unbelievable," the person standing next to Aurora, our village baker commented.
Maybe it was me.
Maybe it's all my mistake.
my eyes welled and I could feel the tears rising, so I ran, I ran as fast as I could, never to look back.