• ----------------------------------------Jack Dawn----------------------------------------

    When you’re born into darkness you can’t get out. It follows you around. You can’t see, you can’t think, and all you can feel is fear. There’s no sound, there’s no one to keep you company, and the only sound is the Devils voice in your head. And when there is light, however dim it may be, one wrong movement can send you deeper into the darkness, deeper into depression, deeper into agony, than you’ve ever been before.
    Though I was not born into darkness, I wasn’t born into light either, but the soul center of day and night, good and evil, even life and death. In this time of twilight I could hear, but only the soft thud of the raindrops as they hit the leaves and I could feel them as they hit my, almost lifeless, freezing body. I could even see the trees as they extended toward the starlit sky.
    I watched, helplessly as my parents left, never to return again. I knew then that I was a monster, but I couldn’t face it, not yet, and because of it I was on my own, in the forest, in the cold, in the rain. Thought I found my way out of that hell, I was still afraid, of myself of the things around me, until I found her.
    She saved me from the only world I knew, the tragic one. Her hair was long and brown, her eyes were a soft, ocean-green, and she was pale. She took me in and treated me like a daughter, but she never told me here name, she was just simply “Ma’am”. She never told me what I was if she knew, and, at night, I would wonder what she would think if I told her.
    I remember, one night, when she tucked me into bed, kissed my forehead, and whispered, “Careful, child, don’t get too attached you never know when they’re going to leave you.” Then she smiled gently, shut off the light, and closed the door.
    I should have taken her advice.
    I woke up the next day and ran down the stairs quietly. She was waiting for me there.
    “Remember what I told you, dear,” she said with a sad smile. “Goodbye.” One lonely tear ran down her face and a crash sounded through the house. The window was broken and glass flew everywhere as a brown blur raced past me and grabbed her. In seconds it was all over, I knew what that creature was, a wolf.
    The only hope I ever carried with me was that she was still alive. Later, that unbearable fear came back, but I was too numb to feel it.
    Eventually the house grew cold and the food scarce, so I left. Though I never made it anywhere, I fell unconscious and that is when the orphanage found me, past out in the rain.
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