14 April 2012
I started to walk home after 5 hours of looking over and replaying all the things that Dan said to me. His voice still lingers in my mind. I hope he never fades away.
I walked with my head down while I walked home. I let my paws drag across the ground while I walked. I didn't want to look up. I was to consumed in my own sadness that I didn't want to look at the world in front of me. Was this how Dan's brothers felt when he left? Should I turn around and tell his brothers that he's gone for good?
I stumbled by a stump and leaned on the small tree next to it. I let out a couple tears and stumbled along. I passed a herd of dear even though I was hungry and passed a perfect little stream even though I was thirsty.
What am I supposed to say to Andrew, Jack, and Ryan? Did James already tell them? It felt like I was walking in a circle. I timidly lifted up my head and saw the lake in the far distance. If I go to the cliffs I could think about what to say. That used to be my favorite place. I loved watching the waves crash against the small cliff and the ducks flying above the surface letting their webbed feet skim the cold water.
I wandered slowly toward the cliff. The soft breeze ruffled my fur and chilled me to the bone. The short cliff got smashed by the waves that constantly pummeled old dark grey rocks. I looked down at the small legde below the top right above the water. It was covered in little green clovers and small pink flowers.
It was nice to be here but it still doesn't make me feel better. I don't think anything would make me feel better. A part of me is missing. It's worse when your alpha because it feels like you shouldn't even exist, because you failed your pack.
I sat down and looked out upon the lake. The small waves pounded the shore with little effect and ducks floated innocently on top of them. Mean while behind me the forest came alive with deer and birds. The birds' sweet soft melody filled the air and intertwined with the wind and a herd of frighten deer run away from the stream with water still dripping from their velvet lips, when a mother bear nudges twin cubs into the cold water for their first swimming lesson.
The moment was peaceful. Calm. A distant wolf howl echoed through the forest, they must of caught my scent and know I'm here now. That was calming. I was in a sweet smelling, sunlight filled, perfect place. But their was something unwelcoming in the forest behind me. It made my hair stand on end. I swear I was ten times bigger when I turned around to stare face to face with a monster.
It was like looking at a black ink stain in a rainbow. Like listening to a good song but then it turns into a horrible tune you can't get out of your head. Like smelling roses but running into a skunk. Samantha. She should be outlawed. Obviously she wasn't up to any good.
The way she stood; leaned up against a tree with her arms crossed over her chest and glaring at me with piercing hazel eyes. And the way she spoke reminded me of a snake.
"Shift so we can talk," she said in a bewitching voice.
I growled and took a step back.
"Fine. I guess I'll do all the talking. And we better talk quickly," she added before a howl ripped through the air. She knows something, I thought to my self. "I'm sick of that." she glared at me. "He only talked about you when you were gone. I'm just about fed up with it. When's Christine gonna' get back? Where's Christine?" she started to imitate David. "He told me to go away when I wanted to talk to him. It was bad enough when we were friends, when you were born you replaced me. Thanks a lot for that by the way." she took a step forward and flipped me off. I bowed my head and whimpered. My friend just died and she's making it worse for me to get over it. But she just kept rattling on and on about how stupid I am.
"Why aren't you fighting me? You scared?"
I decided to put all my remaining energy into a message I could send her. "No. I'm not fighting beacause I know I can't take you on and if I do hurt you David would never forgive me."
"Damn right you can't take me on. You pathetic whimpering pup. You soulless stupid bitch. Go fall off the cliff, it would be better for all of us." she stalked toward me and I took a step back. "Let me help you." she stalked toward me even more and started to circle me.
"I was getting really aggravated when David wouldn't shut up about you. 'When's Christine going to be home? Where's Christine?' He almost sent out a search party for you. I used to be his best friend and you replaced me." She pointed at me accusingly when she passed my face. She kept passing me.
"You know to much. You know my secret. You need to mind your business or better yet you can go die in a ditch for all I care." I saw reach into her left sleeve and pull out a silver dagger. This is the end I thought. She walked over to my left side and stabbed the knife into my thick hide and into my flesh.
So this is what death feels like. I know that Dan will be waiting for me in heaven.
The silver dagger was cold and hard and when she ripped it out of my side I flinched and it stung. I fell to my knees. How could she do this? She walked over to me and pushed me over the edge of the cliff.
I fell through the air quickly and when I landed on a ledge there was a huge thud. I landed on the bed of clover and pink flowers. At least I'll die in my favorite place.
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