Out Come The Wolves

by TheVulgarFaerie

Meghan Cavanaugh knew Sam Roth when he was attacked by Wolves. Meghan was with Cole St. Clair the night he went missing. And Now after too many nervous breakdowns, her parents move her to the middle of nowhere Mercy Falls Where once she sees the Wolves

Out come the Wolves

I remember that day very, very clearly, My mom always says I shouldn't, so did the Doctors, but I do. I was eight then, maybe seven, we lived in Duluth Minnesota then, I'm not really sure why. Dad's a big shot Lawyer, why we were in Minnesota was beyond me.

Anyway, that isn't the point of this story, the point was I saw it. There was this kid named Sam Roth, I don't remember why I remember his name, I just do.

He was really cute, he had this big cold eyes and messy black hair, he used to sit next to me on the school bus, he commented that my hair looked like apples. I realise now that doesn't make any sense, but I was seven I was convinced this guy was a poet.

So sometimes he held my hand on the way to school, he gave me a Paper Crane on my birthday, and we had our own little playground romance. It all changed the day Sam was attacked. The bus stopped at Sam's house just like it did everyday, and I was excited to see Sam, just like I was everyday.

Then I heard a scream, then Sam screamed, I don't remember too much of that, only the Wolves, one was black one was grey, but I remembered the Wolf had coloured eyes, I think they were blue, I remember thinking they looked almost human, those eyes have haunted me for too long. Then they just left, they left Sam broken and Bloody in the street, and then they were gone. And nothing was the same after that.

They said Sam was sick, they said Sam was traumatized, but Sam just wasn't here was the bottom line. And I missed Sam, the Wolves scared me and I needed to know they hadn't hurt Sam as much as they hurt me. But then Sam was gone and his face was printed all over the paper, the new scars on his wrists staring at me in the face, Sam almost died and I had no idea.

I knew it was the Wolves, it was their fault, they had done something to Sam, and that is the kind of talk that while land you in Therapy, trust me I know. We left Duluth soon after, to New York, where I met with Therapist after Therapist, eventually I decided it was best not to talk about it.

To pretend, that was something I was very good at, pretending. So I pretended I forget about the Wolves that hurt Sam, I pretended I didn't remember Sam's name. Lying got me far, but it didn't erase anything, that the Wolves still ran through my mind, with those human eyes.