Return Of My Wolf

The pounding of my feet on the ground below, the tears streaming down my face and the wind in my hair are the only things I can hear, the only things I can feel. And to be honest, even that is too much for me. The leaves crunch beneath my feet, the wind whistles in the trees and the birds chatter as I run, causing my tears to flow quicker, almost blurring my vision. My face is stinging from the tears and the scratches from branches, but still I run. I used to love the woods, the peacefulness and beauty within always took my breath away. But now, it's a place of darkness, a place that has tainted so many good memories, a place that no longer holds the beauty it once did. I don't know where I'm running to, but I don't want to go back. I want to get away, to leave, to end it all and to never be found. With black stained tears continuing to roll down my face, panting hard and my heart pounding, I stood near the edge of the cliff. If was under different circumstances, I would have thought the view was breathtaking. The moon shines brightly on the horizon, the stars twinkling in the dark blue sky, the gentle breeze that flows, all illuminate the gentle sway of the waves below. I step closer to the edge, the breeze stinging my freshly cut skin. The salty smell from the sea has an almost calming affect on me. This is it. I know why I'm here, I know what I have to do. This is the end.