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Chapter 1

It was the same dream as always, but then again it has been like this for the last few years. Every night I lived through the events of that day. I had medication that was supposed to help, but the headache that comes with it wasn't worth it. I was laying there just staring up to the ceiling trying to think happy thoughts. Alas to no avail, (Alas, really, wow I am truly one of those nerds that other nerds sought to be).

Well anyway, I suppose that you want to know a bit about me; and if not to bad, feel free to skip the next few chapters. Now where was I, ohh yeah, right now the guy you are reading is my brain. Yeh, I know, really stupid. But anyway, My name is Will or William, don't ever call me Bill, don't ask why but I just don't like it. Yeh my name is Will and I am a Husky, (how original). I am about 5ft 9 and I have a slightly athletic build. I don't plan on suggesting I am any Zack Effron, but I am on that side of the line compared with the old Jonah Hill. I have a long black tail and the majority of both my legs are black. My arms are a mix of matt looking black and bright white. My back is fully black and my belly is white. The head that houses this particular mentally disturbed brain is mainly black with a big white patch over my right eye. (Now let me just check if I forgot to mention anywhere... Lets see... Hmmm... Ohh yeh my crotch. Well, if I ever get into a situation where I have to take my boxers off I will be more than happy to talk about it. Well, now you know what I look like whether you wanted to or not. Now back to the real world shall we.

I sat up an looked around my room as I started to calm down. I was slightly shocked at first as I only saw boxes. But, I remembered I had packed all my stuff for moving. Ohh, yeh before I forget; I should inform you that tomorrow I am heading off to Uni and take my first steps towards my career as a Video Game Programmer. Well, back to the real world again (I should really stop diverting the story like this, ohh wait, I am doing it again). I got up from my bed and headed towards the landing. I had quickly realised that I needed to take a leak. I quickly ducked into the bathroom and pulled down my boxers a bit. I quickly grabbed my monstrous co... (Wait this isn't the sort of situation I was meaning when I said, ' If I ever get into a situation where I have to take my boxers off I will be more than happy to talk about it.' too bad). After I was finished, I turned to wash my hands and I looked at my self in the mirror. My fur was damp and shiny from sweat. My eyes were slightly bloodshot and my ears were flat against my head. I splashed my face with some water and opened the bathroom door to leave. As I started to cross the landing, I looked down the stairs and saw some lights flashing. I realised someone must have fell asleep watching TV, even though I heard no sound. I slowly crept down the stairs as quietly as I could, so as not to wake anyone else up. As I reached the bottom level I realised what had happened. I saw my sister there fast asleep with her finger over the mute button, the adverts must have come on so she muted it and in the silence passed out. I took the remote out of her hand and pressed the big red button; I honestly don't understand how elderly people can't understand how to use their TV, but that doesn't matter right now. Now, how am I supposed to get her to her room. First step will be to wake her up, but how to do that. Aww fuck it I'll just carry her up. I put my arm under the back of her knee, and another behind her back. It kind of looked like the bridal carry, which is weird as she is my sister and I don't believe that is legal here, or most places. "God she has gotten heavy recently, gotta stop her from eating all the chocolate." I said to myself. In reality my sister was a light weight, she danced every weekend and you couldn't find any fat on her body. But when ever there was chocolate in the house, she treats it like it is Easter. By the time I had gotten her in bed and tucked in I was starting to yawn so I headed back to my room and try to sleep the night away.

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I had the dream again. I was in the back of the car as usual, my sister next to me same as always. Our parents driving us to the theme park which my sister loved. Our parents in the front of the car singing along to a song from the Eighties. Then it happened, the car hit by the same Semi Truck. Why did that truck feel the need to drive through the red light. The truck collided with the front of our car, hitting the driver side where my dad was sat, instantly killing him. My mums head crashing through the side window which resulted in her getting put into a coma which she never ended up recovering from only to flatline a month later. My sister just suffered from a bit of whiplash. I was on the side where the truck hit and broke my Tibia, Fibula and my Femur. All of them required intensive surgery, and bolts putting in to keep them in a stable place. The only thing that helped me cope with my parents death was the fact their last memories were happy ones.

Having no family that could care for me and my sister, my best friends parents became our guardians. They are two hilarious and incredibly friendly Arctic Foxes, the dad's called Jake and kind of acts like a mix of Homer Simpson and Peter Griffin. The mum is called Judith and is a nursery teacher. They had a son called Rick, but I always called him Ricky. We were best friend as soon as we met, neither of us were really popular or had friends. I didn't because I was a mega-nerd who studied even on days off. Rick wasn't popular due to the fact he was openly gay. I didn't mind who ever he wanted to fuck, I just liked the company when I ate. When I was 15 I realised that I was gay and instantly came out to him. The next day, we both proceeded to tell his parents and my sister. They were very all very supportive about it, my sister was extremely excited as she could drag us around shopping. I automatically thought I had made a mistake.

Rick and I slowly changed our friendship from one where we were just friends to one where we were a bit more than that. We spent a good year happy, until people at school started to work things out. Let's just say that a very small percentage of the school was tolerant towards our relationship. We received beatings constantly, and verbal abuse was used in any conversation directed towards us. The thing that affected Rick the most was death threats; even though it was kind of funny how extreme it was, it scared him. One day after he had gym, he was showering and some homophobic scumbags went into the showers and beat him viciously. He was in a coma for a few days. When he was clear to leave the hospital, he wasn't himself. He distanced himself from me. I knew he was scared and I wanted to help him but he just kept saying he was okay. It was a few days later that we found him... he had overdosed on his pain killers in the bathroom. I was the one to find him as I had a coin on me to unlock the door from the outside. He had a note in his hand, which brought me to my knees crying for an hour straight.

Will

I am so sorry, I just couldn't take the fear and these feelings anymore. I tried to keep my distance from you these last few days, to make this easier on you. I loved you, I have always loved you; even before we sat on the same table that one day to eat lunch and you shared your sandwich with me. By the way I am so glad that you introduced me to Chicken and Stuffing as it is wonderful together. Anyway I had a crush on you the moment I first lay my eyes on you. I know you have been through hardship after your parents died, I just want you to carry on. You are the strongest person I know and I want you to stay just like yourself. Don't change for anyone else. You are who you are and you should wear it proudly. Follow your dreams and become a Game Developer. It is truly a career that excites you and you will be happy. I love you, and I truly know you love me. But move on, I don't want to ruin your life, I want you to be happy.

Your love for ever and always

Your Sexy Foxy

Rick

XxxX

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For a second time that night I woke up in a sweat, but this time I was holding back the tears and desperately trying to check the time. Five o'clock, I got up and got into some black and blue shorts; a T-Shirt that says 'Zombies Eat Flesh' mocking Subway's motto and some black running shoes. I slowly crept downstairs. When I reached the ground floor I headed to the back sliding door and slid it open. I headed around to the front of the house and set off along my usual route. Because of the time there were very few cars and there were even less people around. I did see Mrs Louise, a rather small poodle who lived just down the road. I ran to catch up with her as we often run together if we see each other. I spoke up first and said, "Hi, how are you doing this morning Mrs L."

She turned to look at me and smiled. "I am fine sweetie. The wind isn't to cold, but it is cool enough to keep you at a pleasant temperature as you run." Louise replied. "I suppose this is the last time we will be doing this for a while." I saw she looked sad at that thought. I felt bad for her.

"Yeh I guess it is, I wonder who I will run with now?" I asked, in a concerned tone.

"Ohh, already planning on replacing me!" She exclaimed in a joking way. "You'll be fine trust me."

We carried on talking like this for the remainder of the run, which was 52 minutes and 48 seconds (God, I love my sports watch). We stopped outside her house and said our final goodbyes. I quickly ran back home and had a quick shower. I then loaded up my car with all of my boxes. My car was just a small silver Ford with the style that you seem to see everywhere. After carrying all those boxes I realised I had worked up a stink again and had another shower. I then went downstairs and watched some SpongeBob, because you are never to old to watch SpongeBob.

At about nine, I heard people start to stir awake, I saw Judith walking to the toilet to brush her teeth. She then went over to my sister, Anna's, room to wake her up. Jake was the first to come down the stairs and laughed at the fact that even though I am 18 and about to start University, I still watch cartoons designed for seven year olds. He went through to the Kitchen and started to boil some water. Judith came down next already a bit teared up and carrying a box of tissues. I got up and hugged her, she hugged back just as tightly. She then went through to the Kitchen to probably calm down. About Ten minutes after the rest, I saw Anna exit her pit and make her way downstairs. She looked at me funny and I realised she must be confused as to how she fell asleep on the sofa and woke up in the comfort of her bed. "Hey Will!" She spoke. "You don't happen to know how I made my way upstairs last night?"

"Yeh I carried your fat ass up!"

She feigned being hurt at my words. Me and my sister got on great, we both had that good sibling side and a bitchy annoying side. My parents, I guess you'd say, walked through with a cup of coffee each and a look of sadness on their faces.

"Well Will, I guess this is time to say goodbye so you can get there early and get settled in. We know you will have WiFi there, and if not you have 4G on your phone, so no excuses for not Face Timing us in a bit." said Jake looking Glum.

I noticed that everyone's tails were still and all our ears were flat against our head. I hugged everyone and said my goodbyes and was off on my way. I put in a CD, which Anna had burnt some songs onto for the two hour drive. I pulled up outside the floweriest and bought three bouquets of Rose and Tulips together. I made my way over to the cemetery, to say goodbye for along time. I stopped at my parents grave first and said some parting words. I also left two of the bouquets there for one each and an individual note which I read to them. I then made my way over to Ricks grave and tried my hardest to hold all my feelings together. I placed the bouquet and pulled out a small poem and began to read it to him.

R stands for remember, something I won't forget to do,

as nobody has ever touched my heart as much as you.

I stands for inspiration, a feeling that you have always provided,

especially when needed most even though I feel divided.

C stands for clarity which is a trait I needed,

for uncertainty is something that must be heeded.

K stands for kiss, our I will never forget,

that will always be true, with that you can bet.

I just broke down crying and kneeled down to be close to him one last time. I kissed his grave stone and turned around to leave. When I got to the car I let my emotions calm down before I began the long drive. I played the CD that Anna burnt and was treated to little supportive messages from each of them. I pulled over and texted them all a thank you for the messages and carried on my drive.

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Two hours and twelve minutes later I was pulling up to the road leading up to the Campus gates. It was a rather narrow curvy route with a lot of tree growing on either side. I eventually got to the front gate, I read the sign even though I knew what would be on it, 'Dartmoor University', so this is my home for the next four years. Well, let's just hope people are a bit more tolerant here.