Trapped In Hell

hope

The ended up falling asleep. How do I know this? I woke up. Duh. The sun was hot on my skin making me wake up. I hate being to warm. Blah. It was now blistering hot in my tiny room. I could have used that last night. It is Alost time for breakfast and I waited for my little thing  on my door to fly open giving me food. It was like a little door on my door. I thought it was weird. I also needing some water. Oh well. I turned my head to what i was doing: seeing how bad my shoulder/wing wound was. After w while I heard a click coming from my metal  door. My jaw dropped. This never happens. My. Door. It just got unlocked. Not long after my door opened showing  a old man. He swept his hand telling me to come. Ever so slowly I came over to him. The very next thing his said made my heart stop. I didn't dare to speak after this.
"Moonlight, you can go outside if-" he paused "if you stay were I can see you" I jumped up and down celebrating. The I stopped dead. I wondered why can I go out now? I couldn't go out yesterday or the years before that. So why now?
"Why can I go out?" My voice shook. I didn't want to hear the answer. Afraid of going into the Box.
"This is you last day... I tried to persuade them to let me keep you" he paused and took a deep breath. His purple shirt rising up and down as he breathed. He seemed sad for some reason."But they won't let me because I'm too old to have a pet like your kind. I can't run around anymore." He spat the word old like it was venom. He looked at me. Trying to read my face. I don't even know what I was feeling right now. He then proceed to take me outside. He grabbed my shoulder and i flinched. He accidentally  touched my wound. He looked at it and sighed. He let me go and went to go get something. My guess was a first aid kit. He had pictures on the wall i was looking at. I didn't know who they were though. The wall was a nice green color. It looked good with the wooden floor. When the old man came back he led me outside. Careful not to touch my wound. He didn't however let Me run around till he mended my wound. This man was never nice to me. So how did he love me? As if reading my thoughts he spoke.
"I treated you badly to toughen you up. Because I knew one day I wasn't gonna be here" he did a laugh " but let me tell you... The first act of my love for you was giving you a name. It doesn't seem much but..." He trailed off. He was right my parents never gave me a name or even thought about it. But this man right here gave me a name. Gave me love. Gave me food and a (somewhat) house to live in. I realized to this man I owed him a lot. He could have let me live on the street. Or starved me to death. But nope he put up with my shit and dealt with it for years. For a moment I felt greatful towards him. He let my wing go letting me know I was done getting it fixed. I had a lot of questions  but for now i wanted to have the time of my life. The grass felt weird breath my feet. I took off running. I went to the trampoline which at first I didn't know what it was or what to do, till the old man told me what. I jumped on it for a while and then proceed to run alongside the woods. I found my toad which is now named Rodger. And he hopped up and down happily with me. I looked up at a huge apple tree. That me and Rodger raced to. After that he went further into the woods. I climbed the apple tree and made it to the top. I let a long howl -it was music to my ears- and didn't expect the howl I  got back. It startled me. Just then a brown wolf with golden wings came out from the distance. I stared back at the graceful way of his flying. He would curve every now and then. He would also swoop up higher and lower. He landed on a nearby tree. He was shaking and then a golden sparkly smoke surrounded him. I got blinded from it. Just for a few moments though. The smoke cleared after a while leaving a small boy. He was taller than me but looked the same age. He had black hair with blue tips and, his ears were pointy and were covered with hoop earrings. They were also black. His red eyes were soft and safe. He had soft lips- at least it looked like it. He wore a black shirt with a skull on it and nice blue jeans. He also had a belt buckle with a skull in it too. He looked super EMO to me. I could drool over this man. I realized i had a weakness. I suddenly felt a little scared of this man. Who was he? And what did he want? My brain was telling me to run or hide somewhere. He stuck out one hand and it had a ring on it. He quickly said:
"Hello my name is Lucifer and I am a demon wolf like you. And I would like to be in a pack with you" With those words I had a sudden wave a hope.

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