A start to A story
I wanted to wright a short bit of dark stuff
'Grrrrr' the violent growl leaves the blood soaked muzzle of the black furred wolf.
I stand backed up against the wall far into the protection of darkness hoping like fuck that wolf dosen't hear my fear filled speratic breaths.
I start praying to my non-exsistant god, whispering to the stars promises if they'd get me out of here less dead than my parents whose blood now decorates the wolf.
"I know your here little bear" the wolf says in a calm tone that's colder than the freezing mid-winter air. The chill of those words causing my heart to sink deep in my chest and the millions of ways he could kill me to snowball in my head.
"hmm guess I was wrong"sighs the wolf with hints of actual emotion in his voice. "I think I'll take a snack for the road"he says while picking up my mothers leg "meaty woman".
The wolf walks back down the beach in the opposite direction of town.
I take one step forwards then another and another until I reach the pile of ripped disfigured flesh that used to be my parents.
My legs give way as salty tears flow down my face.
"Why" I whisper to the pile as time losses all meaning I don't even notice the people who find me and when they ask a question all I can say is "why".
When the police come and try an move me all I say is "why" when they ask questions "why" "why" Its all that matters "why" Its what keeps me here"why" Its all I am now.