My Days are Numbered
One by One
It was a stormy day in the little town of Tranquility. The wind was blowing the trees back and forth, dogs whined at the occasional booming sound of thunder. The golden lightning light up the dark clouded sky. You could ever so often hear a wolf call out in distress, howling painfully that would always end in a pathetic whine. I stood outside in the down pour my clothes soaked too my skin, almost like the fabric, and my skin were conjoined. I looked up to the clouds as I saw a flash of lightning strike a nearby tree. The branches on the tree were now a glowing red with a yellow and orange flare going through it. It did not last long the rain putting it out faster than it came. The electricity going through my body from the lightning strike made me shudder away. I slowly walked over to the crisped tree the bark was black with ashed like branches. The leaves had turned to ash and were now nothing but sut on the ground. I picked it up and let the sut fall through the space between my fingers like an hourglass. I heard the loud boom of the thunder I knew the next flash was coming soon I had the sinking feeling this one wasn't going to end well. I was right too my displeasure the bolt flashed through the sky, and hit that same tree. Lightning never strikes in the same place well this bolt thought otherwise. I had still had my hand on the tree when it hit. The electricity was so intense my body felt like it was on fire I shook violently as I tried to bite back my cry of pain. Nothing more than a quivering mess I tried to hold back, but I couldn't the pain was horrendous I screamed to the sky. I screamed tell my throat was raw and I had the metallic taste in my mouth. My cry died down to nothing more than a whimper every few minutes. I turned my gaze away from the sky as I saw what appeared to be a red tailed fox. It screed across the open land. I could tell by the limp leg that was being dragged that the little guy was in a fight he came out alive thou. It slowed down tell it had completely stopped I stared at it interest pegging my mind. It curled in on itself it gave a low long whine of pain. I felt bad for the little guy it didn't deserve the pain it was in. It had appeared to be almost out of puppyhood, but still needed to be cared by his mother. I slowly padded my way too it. My feet made the squishy sound as I walked through the wet grass. I kneeled beside the creature. It whimpered slightly, and inched away not able to do much more. I took off my jacket, and wrapped it around the animal to stop the shivering. Then I gently picked it up, and carried it out of the rain. I walked a mile tell I was finally home.
I got the little pup a warm towel I put the towel in the drier to make it warmer. I made a little pallet on my bed next to the wall I placed the fox in the center of the soft mush. I pulled out some bandages, and a tiny needle that had mild liquid painkillers. I cleaned and bandaged the wounded leg. "I think I will name you Storm." I whispered to him. I laid on the bed beside Storm he purred just like a kitten. I watched the beautiful animal kick in his sleep. I sighed then turned on my back. It laid so peacefully. How could one do such a thing. You never know what's going to happen next. I don't fear death like most do, but it doesn't please me either. I mean you only have so long to live. The day you are born into the world your days are numbered. Each and every day you live too see tomorrow it counts 'one day down till fate seals his deal.' I haven't always thought that it was when my best friend died in a car crash 2 years ago. Her days were numbered, and the sad part is unlike most teens they're not in large digits, no her days were counting down faster than we thought. Her days were counting down, but they were in single digit. 5 days left till fate bids thee. 4 days, 3 days, 2 days, 1 day left enjoy. Her days were counting down, and no one knew, no one could stop it. I turned to Storm again 'our your days counting down?' I wondered. Everyday I go out , and watch as everybodys days begin to get numbered. It goes from, one day down to one day left faster than the the speed of light. It can switch just as fast. Storm whimpered in his sleep I cradle him. I slowly drifted into the dark abyss of sleep. 'peace at last.'
So I wassn't really sure but I'm putting this story up any way
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