My Life
Lost Memories ~ 7 Years Old
Frost is lying in bed, he is ill, terribly ill. His temperature is 33 degrees
Celsius, yet he is breaking out in sweat, he is losing body heat by the minute. He needs to go to the hospital, but which hospital would see a boy with wolfish character and not try to lock him up for experiments?
"Mr
Woveraine! You have to do something! You need to help Frost! At this rate... he is going to die! I can't lose him!" I'm crying badly to Mr
Woveraine, as he stands there, pondering his next move.
"Don't worry, Ember," he coaxes, "he's going to be alright." Mr
Woveraine carries Frost up and walks towards the door, I follow him. "I'm bringing Frost to my friend, he is a doctor, and may be able to help, Ember, stay here." he commanded.
"Why! He's my brother!" I protested.
"Stay here! I can't look after the both of you now, especially when Frost is in this state!" Mr
Woveraine snapped. He wrapped Frost in a winter jacket, then pulled on his own and went out the door. I stayed by the window, watching as the car left the driveway, the tarmac making an extremely crunchy sound as the car sped off into the darkness. 'How safe can I be here...,' I thought, 'with those monsters in this house...'
I walked back up to my room, closed and locked the door. I didn't want to go back to bed, I was too worried for Frost. Clutching my teddy bear,
McBooBoo, I sat by the window, watching the stars. Eventually, I fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was day break. I looked around the room, Frost was not back yet, and I sensed that, neither was Mr
Woveraine. I didn't want to leave my room, but my stomach did not agree with me, so I left the room to go to the kitchen.
Lucky for me, I woke up earlier than my
peers, so I got to the kitchen without anything bad happening.
I can't stand having to eat anything cold, so I cooked myself a bacon and cheese
omelette, delicious. I settled the plate of eggs down on the table and started eating, biting into the forkful of
omelette was bliss, warm, creamy, liquid cheese graced my tongue, bits of
crunchy bacon felt so satisfying as i chewed. My
taste buds danced for joy,
truly, this is heaven in the form of food.
After eating, I washed all the utensils I used and put them back in their respective places, I was just about to head back up to my room when, lo and behold, the other children woke up and stood behind me.
"Good morning freak!" said one in a cheerful voice, "What happened to your brother? He finally realised what a bother you are and left you?" All the other children started laughing.
"Very funny," I replied, and tried to walk past them, but they made a blockade at the entrance.
"Really Ember, how rude! You didn't answer our question. So where is he?" asked another.
"Fine," I replied, "he is sick and Mr
Woveraine brought him to the doctor, now let me pass." Obviously, they didn't.
"
HAHAHA! He's sick!
That's really great!" said one.
"I hope he dies from it! Maybe its the cancer and he's in real pain! That would be really funny!" This sadistic quote came from none other than the bitch, Gloria Gale, it caused my blood to boil. She cursed my brother, I cannot allow that. Adrenaline flooded my veins, fight or flight action? I choose fight.
"How dare you!" I shouted, then pounced onto her. All logic was pushed out of my mind by the sole thought of 'I have to kill her'. She screamed so loud, nobody has ever seen me flare my anger. The other kids, being useless and afraid, ran away, Gloria screamed, calling out to them, begging them to help her, but no one dared. I was on top of her, grabbing her shoulders, I repeatedly knocked her head onto the floor.
"Help! The freak is going to kill me!" She screamed and cried, nobody cared, especially me. Her fear was delicious. A small part of me wondered if what I was doing was right, telling me that I shouldn't stoop down to their barbaric level, but another part of me said, 'You aren't stooping down to their
level, you are a higher being than her, and all the other children. She deserves it, for all the things she has done to you. She cursed Frost! She deserves to die!"
"Is this fun, Gloria?" I asked, half-crazed. "Are you having fun now? This is but a very slight retribution for what you have done to me over the years, this is but one percent of the pain and humiliation you've put me through, are you having fun, Gloria? Because, I AM!"
I could hear her feared
murmurs of "No..No...No..." She was too tired and scared to scream anymore, looking into my eyes, she was afraid, she saw the beast lying inside me, and she feared it. I only had one thing to say. "Hey Gloria," I started calmly, grabbing her by her hair and bringing her face to mine so I could look her in the eye, "Look into the face of a freak. You have no idea how accurate you were. Do you fear me now? Too late, I will show you what I can do."
I slammed her head into the floor, stood up, and began kicking her and stomping on her, repeatedly, everywhere, saving her face. She kept screaming and crying. Seeing her in this state brought me so much joy. When I was bored with using my legs, I knelt down onto her, looking into her face. She wasn't beautiful, but she was pleasant, she did not deserve her look, because of her black heart, I decided to give her a face she actually deserved, a hideous face to match that hideous heart. Thus, I started punching her face repeatedly, with all the strength I could muster, I broke her nose, tore her lip, made her lose her front teeth, which were supposed to be permanent teeth, and for the creme
ala creme, I used my claws and gave her a deep scratch across her face, which, I am extremely certain would scar. When I was done, I stood up and looked at her, a sobbing mess of blood, tears and stupidity. I called out to everyone in the house, letting my voice ring through the air.
"If you know what is good for you, you will all know what to do about this." I warned. Then I stepped over the bloody mess on the floor, grabbed my beanie and coat, and left the house.
After walking quite a distance into the woods, I cooled down, then I broke down. Searing hot tears just flowed freely, the only
thing I could think now was, 'I stooped to their level, I became a monster."
I started running, I wanted to forget everything, it was all just too painful. This was the first time I actually had such a murderous rage, so much that I actually used all the brute force which is inside me to beat up a worthless little girl.
I ran faster than I had ever run in my life, but instead of forgetting, more images passed my mind, the topic of thought eventually changed, I tripped over a root and fell down onto the wet, spongy moss underfoot, and I just lay there, face down on the ground, and cried.
The minutes went by rather uneventfully, occasionally there was the sound of rustling leaves as the rodents ran through the leaf litter, there was also sometimes the sound of birds singing. Unexpectedly, I felt something
nudging me, my hat fell off and the thing was prodding at my ears.
I looked up, and what I saw surprised me. It was a wolf cub, and he was beautiful. I estimate him to probably be a few months to a year old, with black, shiny fur, but the poor thing was so thin and looked so frail.
When I looked at him, I could tell that he knew I was extremely sad, he licked my face, it was so random that it made my giggle. "Thanks," I told him, "I really needed that." I gave him a big hug, making sure I didn't hurt him. His warmth was so comforting. I didn't notice when I stopped crying, but when I did, I looked at the fuzzy face, staring into his bright gold eyes, as he looked straight into mine as well, as if saying, 'I am yours, and I will belong to you forever.'
I said a name, "
Kaviik, I will call your
Kaviik." Then I noticed that it was getting pretty late, so I got up and walked back towards the house.
Kaviik followed behind me. Nearing the edge of the woods he stopped, as I went on. Smart little wolf. "I'll see you again tomorrow," I told him, then left.
When I got back to the orphanage I saw that Mr
Woveraine and Frost still weren't back yet, but the volunteer guardian, a twenty year old girl called Tiffany, was there. I liked her, she was really nice. I found out the kids told her that Gloria slipped on a toy and fell down the stairs, twice. I thought, 'that must be the single proudest moment of their lives.' Smiling, I ate my dinner and headed back to bed.
Something in
Kaviik just made me feel optimistic, because I now
truly believed that Frost would be alright. So, hugging my teddy, I went into a deep sleep, and I had very sweet dreams that night.
Friday, April 17, 2009
thats my life__
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