When I was a little girl I could never imagine wanting to have my life come to an end. Know that is all I think about is how I want to end my life because no one loves me. I was an orphan and was taken from my pack and given to rouges and I have no clue why. I have been stuck in this small house with no one except the rouges that torture me and feed me once every two weeks I believe. I really cannot tell how long I have been here. I know that the seasons have come and gone around twelve to thirteen years . I cannot even remember what the grass feels like or how the wind feels like to be in my face and in my hair blowing around.
Why did they have to beat me all the time? What did they get out of it? This time was probably the worst one yet. They started arguing over who would get me first and started hitting me until I fell to the floor, then they started kicking me. Once I wasn’t making any noises they started hitting each other. I took this opportunity to get the hell out of dodge. Lucky they didn’t see me leave but they did hear the door close and started to chase after me. I hid in some bushes and tried to stay as quiet as I could.
They went passed me a couple hours ago but I am scared to move out of the bushes. I mean what happens if they are just teasing me and once I walk out they grab me and take me back to that house and probably kill me for escaping them. It felt like forever hiding in the bushes. The sun has finally peeked up and I am thinking that it is time that I should get moving and try to get further away so they won’t end up finding me. I start to slowly walk around and avoid sticks or leaves to not make too much noise.
I feel like I have been walking for ever and have not made it that far. I do not even know where to go because I have no clue where I am. Walking on the grass and weeds feels amazing and which to be able to stay like this forever. I hear something behind be and I hurry up and hide in a log that was on the ground.