Being alone isn't always bad.
Laying in a field, just me and my thoughts, it was peaceful.
I didn't know what to feel. All these conflicted emotions and the pain some of them brought.
But in the end, you just have to get up and give it your best.
I stood up and my shoulder throbbed. It still hasn't fully healed. Well, it had only been five days. My heart raced and I felt all the blood rush to my shoulder, making my bandage soak.
"Dang it...." I whispered.
I started walking into the woods, I could hear footsteps a mile away.
"Blue!" I heard a voice yell.
Picking up speed surely didn't help the pain, it made it worse.
Part of me wanted to be with the people I loved, but the other part needed to be alone. So I chose to be alone, just for a while at least.
Going to the Hospital was a bad idea, a huge chance of them finding out what I was. There was only one place I knew I could go, it was a risky shot, but I needed bandages.
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After a few minutes I reached my destination. The old wooden house sat still, almost looking abandoned. I walked slowly to the back door and opened it with a loud creak.
"Who's there!?" I heard the old, familiar, drunken voice that would always haunt me.
"Da- Mark?" I stuttered.
My adoptive father walked around the corner, a smirk on his face.
"Mark? What happened to dad?" he said, crossing his arms.
"I found out the truth" I said.
He looked at my shoulder with an expressionless face, then looked into my eyes again.
"Got into some trouble, Ey?"
He walked over and pressed his thumb into my shoulder. I tried not to scream, but it came out anyway. A dark chuckle emitted from him.
"You bastard..." I growled.
"Oooh, feisty. You sure have grown since you left." he walked into the kitchen and grabbed another beer.
I walked into my old bathroom and locked the door. The medicine cabinet still held all the medical supplies. I grabbed the peroxide and bandage wrap.
"Blue, open the door" Mark twisted the doorknob.
"Over my dead body" I say and unwrap my blood soaked bandage.
The peroxide stung as I poured it onto my shoulder. I bit down on a towel to keep from screaming.
I finished wrapping the new bandage and slipped on my jacket.
Just as I was about to unlock the door, Mark opened it and looked at me.
"What are you doing using my supplies?" he says.
"Like you need them" I say and walk past him.
He grabbed my arm and I twisted around.
"Let go of me" I growled.
"Make me" he smirked.
"You're going to wish you never said that" I say and smack his hand, making his beer drop to the floor and shatter.
He frowned and I saw his face turn red in anger. I kneed him in the gut and he collapsed to the ground.
"Goodnight Mark" I say and kick him in the face, knocking him unconscious.
I walk out of the house, feeling more proud then I ever have.
This day will always be the day I stood up to my abuser.
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Change of Fate (2015 Original)
WerewolfHer toes curled up beneath her as she crouched down behind a giant pine tree, suddenly regretting not picking up a pair of shoes as she ran out the door. Snow had begun to fall along the ground as the temperature of the night seemed to drop dramatic...
