Thoughts of a Wolf
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
991
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Holiday Loneliness
Chapter 2
Holiday loneliness
I lay there on the cold floor, too tired to even move. The night before had tooken it’s toll on my body and as the gentle oblivion of sleep opened its arms to me I gladly accepted
As I was to slip away from the world into the arms of rest and peace, I was stopped by the sound of the basement door opening.
Too tired to open my eyes I lie there and listen to the familiar footsteps of my father. He opened the door to the room that contained the monster that was his son, entering the room was perfumed of the sent of hormones and blood.
My father kneels down next to me and removes the chains that bound me to the wall of my prison. Father picks me up in his arms and carries me back into the light, my head lulls back and forth as I am being carried back to my room.
Being laid on my bed he then turns to leave but is stopped in his tracks when I weakly call to him “father” I manage to force out of my mouth.
Father then turns and storms over to me; he raises his arm a strikes me hard across the face. “Don’t you call me that again ever!” he says glaring at me; I am in too much pain to notice that he has left and locked my room.
The next few days go by like blurs in front of me, I am too weak; tired, and sick to notice that thing have happened. I can only lay here sick and cold listening to the happy chattering of my family downstairs.
I feel in my chest that all too familiar pain, it is the empty space in my heart that has been growing since I was little.
Food comes slowly to me during this time of the year; it is always the same. Leftovers usually that no one will touch.
I try to get as much nutrition that I can from these meager meals. I know I will need the strength for the next full moon.
Shivering on the bed I cannot seem to trap enough heat to keep me warm. Looking around my cold room; I cannot help but notice that heat is rising through a hole in the floor.
My face brightens as god this day; must have taken pity on me.
Scrambling off of my bed I crawl over to the hole and warm myself up; my eyes feel heavy as I finally drift into a complete sleep. I awake the next day and feel completely rested; I cannot remember the last time I have actually gotten a full night of rest.
Maybe the holidays won’t be so bad after all. Sitting next to the source of heat, I listen to the happy chatter of my family.
{Yes, my family} I actually admit that these people who do not care or love me; are my family. Sighing I think back to happier days of my life, before they found out what I was.
Even though I hate this curse that causes me so much pain; I cannot deign what I am. A Werewolf, child of the moon forced by life and destiny to live with this curse.
I sit and think that day knowing that I am alone in this world. I do not know what will happen to me but will do my best to survive.
As the days past the holidays are over and my brother I still talking about getting to go the Magic Guild.
I imagine sometimes that I am there and am the best mage that ever lived. But I know that the only way I will ever be any thing is if I leave this home.
Holiday loneliness
I lay there on the cold floor, too tired to even move. The night before had tooken it’s toll on my body and as the gentle oblivion of sleep opened its arms to me I gladly accepted
As I was to slip away from the world into the arms of rest and peace, I was stopped by the sound of the basement door opening.
Too tired to open my eyes I lie there and listen to the familiar footsteps of my father. He opened the door to the room that contained the monster that was his son, entering the room was perfumed of the sent of hormones and blood.
My father kneels down next to me and removes the chains that bound me to the wall of my prison. Father picks me up in his arms and carries me back into the light, my head lulls back and forth as I am being carried back to my room.
Being laid on my bed he then turns to leave but is stopped in his tracks when I weakly call to him “father” I manage to force out of my mouth.
Father then turns and storms over to me; he raises his arm a strikes me hard across the face. “Don’t you call me that again ever!” he says glaring at me; I am in too much pain to notice that he has left and locked my room.
The next few days go by like blurs in front of me, I am too weak; tired, and sick to notice that thing have happened. I can only lay here sick and cold listening to the happy chattering of my family downstairs.
I feel in my chest that all too familiar pain, it is the empty space in my heart that has been growing since I was little.
Food comes slowly to me during this time of the year; it is always the same. Leftovers usually that no one will touch.
I try to get as much nutrition that I can from these meager meals. I know I will need the strength for the next full moon.
Shivering on the bed I cannot seem to trap enough heat to keep me warm. Looking around my cold room; I cannot help but notice that heat is rising through a hole in the floor.
My face brightens as god this day; must have taken pity on me.
Scrambling off of my bed I crawl over to the hole and warm myself up; my eyes feel heavy as I finally drift into a complete sleep. I awake the next day and feel completely rested; I cannot remember the last time I have actually gotten a full night of rest.
Maybe the holidays won’t be so bad after all. Sitting next to the source of heat, I listen to the happy chatter of my family.
{Yes, my family} I actually admit that these people who do not care or love me; are my family. Sighing I think back to happier days of my life, before they found out what I was.
Even though I hate this curse that causes me so much pain; I cannot deign what I am. A Werewolf, child of the moon forced by life and destiny to live with this curse.
I sit and think that day knowing that I am alone in this world. I do not know what will happen to me but will do my best to survive.
As the days past the holidays are over and my brother I still talking about getting to go the Magic Guild.
I imagine sometimes that I am there and am the best mage that ever lived. But I know that the only way I will ever be any thing is if I leave this home.