My name is Carlos, I'm 16 and I don't have any family. My adopted father is the priest of the village. People fear me because I'm the only survivor of wolf attack.
I thought i was normal until I heard female screams far away. Out of instinct I ran towards the scream. I soon found a young girl laying in the forest. She had been attacked by an animal... being the kind teenager I was I sat next to her. I couldn't do anything to help her so I decided I would at least not let her die alone. When I saw her eyes go blank I couldn't help but cry, she died just like my family. She had so much potential... I picked up the child and dug a hole to put her in, once she was buried I put a simple daisy on top.
When I was sitting next to the grave silently crying someone walked trough the brush. I glanced up to see it was the village parmasist. She looked terrified, she dropped her basket and ran. I knew I was in trouble. I sprinted after the girl but she was too far ahead.
When I finally made it back to the village everyone already knew. I could tell because the children where hidden and the parents kept glaring at me as if to say
"Stay away from my family" I walked into the church where I found the priest, my father. He was silently praying. He looked up to see me
"What where you doing next to a grave in the forest?" He questioned. I explained that I found an injured child in the forest, she wasn't from here and I didn't want her to die alone so I sat with her, when she did die I buried her. He simply nodded and walked away. I sat in a pew and cried my eyes out, with no sign of stopping.
Hello peeps, new story. If death or pain triggers you then o don't recommend this.
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Death to the Day
SpiritualA simple boy named Carlos is a kind young teen. People say he is bad luck because he was traveling with his family and they where all killed by a pack of wolves, except for him. He was then raised by the village priest who was trying to convince the...
