A Lycan's fantasy.

It's Monday morning and I've finally finished moving out of the orphanage. The Salvation Orphanage was a lovely place to grow up, all the social workers there did absolutely everything and anything to get you on the right path and into a loving home. Expect me, of course. For some strange reason, I could never stick to a family. They never seemed to understand me and I know I'm very strange it's just I, prefer animals to people also the outdoors is my home. The number of times I escaped through a window with my sleeping bag just to sleep under the stars is beyond me. One family who took me in for a while loved camping just as much as I loved being outside. Their youngest son would always chuckle at me when I was under my sleeping bag eating sausage rolls. I do miss that family sometimes. But! No messing about. Time to sort this bungalow out before my key worker shows up, Henry. He's fun, just extremely awkward. Not going to lie, he is gorgeous too! He is built differently that man. He helped to carry my belongings over the weekend which was sweet of him. As I'm finishing setting everything up in the bathroom I hear a loud bang coming from the front door. "ELIZABETH SAGE!" 'Who the bloody hell is that?!' Muttering to myself. As I just casually walk around the bungalow towards to front door, a man around 6ft stands in the doorway with his back towards me. I tap his shoulder and it's Henry who turns around with a huge grin on his face carrying a box from the Orphanage. "Hello Elizabeth, enjoying the new space?" He says as he barges past me into the front room. "Uhh, yeah it's great. I thought we packed everything?" I questioned him after stumbling into the wall. "You won't remember this box. Upon special request, we got asked to keep it safe until you were old enough and since you're 18 next week, I figured why the hell not!" He said excitedly. "Why do I feel you workers put a bet on what's inside it..." I told him knowing exactly what they would do. He just shrugged what I said off and smiled massively making his green eyes close tightly. Whilst I sit next to him I can feel my heart pound in my chest ready for the anticipation of what this box holds. Gently I place it on my lap and I already see a photograph of me and Henry around 7 years ago. I have my dark brown hair in a high ponytail with a cute little pink headband which just fits my head perfectly. The freckles around my nose and under my eyes are in the full show since that photo was taken during the summertime. A cute little white tank top and some 3/4 length jeans fit nicely to my tanned body. Then there's Henry, 6ft standing next to me 4ft7. He's there looking like a giant with his big smile, jet-black short back and sides hairstyle and glowing green eyes. Wearing his blue suit in front of the Orphanage doors. Those times seemed more simple. Sat here thinking about the past staring at the photo on the box, Henry nudges my arm and nods at me to open the box. I just roll my eyes and have to rip the tape off just to pull the flaps open. Once opened you can smell it's been sitting in the attic for more than 15 years. It STINKS! All I smell is a stale damp smell and also blood but I can also smell death. To understand the smell of death imagines rotten meat. It truly isn't pleasant. As I pull my face away for a second to catch my breath I see Henry do the same in the corner of my eye and just chuckle at his behaviour. Pulling out paperwork first I place it to the side of me on the couch and carry on to rummage through the box. There's a bloodstained blanket with my initials on it in gold lettering. Two photographs, one of a baby with soft brown eyes in a crib with twinkling stars hanging down. The other was a woman holding the same baby and a man stood behind the two with what looked to be his arm around her shoulder, holding her protectively. As I stare at these photos I feel my eyes begin to tear as I swear that these two beautiful people must be my parents. "You look just like her," Henry whispers to me. I just look at him and sniffle into my jacket sleeve smiling. I turn the photographs over and see the writing on the other side. 'Our little Gem. We will forever treasure you. Love Mama and Papa.'