It Starts with One
Chapter One: Sosk! You Idiot!
In the begging we are all small insignificant little infants that can only do very simple, basic things to survive the cruelties we call life. Sadly, some of us don't make it till our second birthday wishes, or like most people, live to be adults and die an old boring life at a desk job, getting payed 16.50 an hour just to hear people yell at you all day and tell you how much their life sucks, or how your such a peachy person because the company you work for is so cheap that you can't even have a decent time in the bathroom, let alone lend people money.
This is- well, was- my life before it got completely flipped around by simply going for a not-so-nice hike through my woods out by my boonies house in southern Indiana. You see, I use to not live by the woods(well, not quite like this) all by myself, with no-one around to tell you to turn down that reached rock music of yours, or to get off the computer before you burn your eyeballs to a crisp and go blind. I use to not live by myself, I use to live with my both my 46-year-old parents. That kinda sorta changed after my dad decided to be stupid and try to make a potato launcher with a small tank of propanel; yeah, that didn't end well. He ended up having to go to the hospital, but with all the debt they accumulated after sending three kids to a collage named Hanover for four years, they didn't have enough money to keep the house I am now currently living in. My mom called me bawling saying that they had to send dad to the hospital cause he blew up a tank of propane and couldn't afford to keep the house, so I offered to by the house from her and live there so I could be closer to dad. Inevitably, I had to leave my oh-so-high-paying-job that I absolutely loved, leave my best friend of six years with the very beautiful Oregon, and get a desk job back in Indy with shitty people to yell at me all day. Here's how it all happened...
There I was, walking with my blue little flashlight in hand with a stick in the other ready to beat off any rabid raccoons while shivering in the cold fall air, looking for my stupid German Shepard, Soske. You see here, that idiot darted out the door when I was coming home from work, so now I have to search five, maybe ten achers of woods for an annoying(but lovable) twit like him. Sometimes I just love animals too much for my own good.
"Sosk! Here boy! I swear to god if you don't get your fuzzy ass here your not gonna sleep in my bed with me!" I shouted as I swiped strands of hair that got lose from my bun that I had it in.
"Gosh dang it Sosk! Where are you?" I was getting very frustrated and tired very fast, time going with it; it was almost midnight and still no signs of Sosk. I then hear something that sounded like a dogs whine, "Sosk? Is that you boy?" My mood instantly brightens at the thought that Sosk maybe the animal that made the noise. Being me I start running toward the sound, but also knowing me it won't be Sosk.
When I got there, my gut was right, the animal was not Sosk, but a very sick and twitchy coyote that was walking in circles and whining softly to its self, sometimes making a very, loud annoying whine that sounded like Sosk's.
'Awe fudgernuggets, why is it that I always get the sick deranged animals?' I sighed softly cursing my luck while slowly walking away still facing the poor sick thing. I had a bad experience back in Oregon with one of my clients animals(oh? Didn't I tell you? I'm a vet, now you know, and the clients animal was a shitzu just so you know) who unfortunately didn't know had distemper, and can you guess what it did next? If you guessed that it just sat there with it's big eyes and fuzzy face your wrong; the little bugger freaking bit my face! I have a smiley face shaped scar on my face to prove it. You all are probably laughing that I have a smiley scar on my face, but I'm just luck enough that we got the dang dog off me before it did anymore damage to my face.
'Yeah, that was not a good day. I feel sorry for the dog though, after it bit me the owner asked to put down the dog,' I shook my head slightly while still walking backwards away from the coyote. I took another step and I hear a very loud snap and my eyes widen, ' Oh shit! Was that me?' I look down at my right foot, seeing a snapped branch, 'Oh fuck! That was me!' I let out a long string of curses in my head while I slowly look at the coyote while bitting my lip. My eyes widen again as I the see the animal is really pissed off that I interrupted its crazy thoughts, and looked ready to pounce me.
The coyote growled at me and started running towards me, but luckily I had a nice running distance between it and me, so I did just that. With every step I took it was very hard to keep my balance because of how rocky and hilly these woods were; not to mention I've been out here for five hours walking around looking for Sosk, and my legs were killing me.
"Come on Sosk! Where are you when I need a you!" I felt like I was going to start crying because A) had a killer animal chasing me, and B) my asthma was making it pretty difficult for me to breath. My eyes were starting to get blurry from unshed tears making it even more difficult to see in the pitch black of the night.
'Fuck my life! This will be the end of me, Sarah Fatch! I can see it now, the head-lines of the news paper, "Young Adult Eaten by a Deranged Coyote in Southern Indiana!" yeah, it's such a lovely way to-' I was taken out of my thoughts as I herd a yelp and very loud snarling and barking, so I stop to turn around in the direction of the coyote. What I saw shocked me, made me happy, and shit my pants at the same time, 'Oh my god, Sosk, no, ' I wanted to cry so bad out of relief and fear for my dog; he was fighting the coyote.
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