I was stumbling around, finally out of that hell house. I could barely breathe my only breaths coming in short rasp sounds. I was bleeding deeply from my left arm. A wound that would surely need to be tend to.
But I was only 5 years old at the time. Now, why am I in such a horrible state for a 5 year old? Because my family had a curse, one that effected all the family members, at the age of 30. So how did I live? Because, my mother was not infected with the horrendous virus. That way, one child could live, bringing on the curse, so the curse would have a way to greedily live on, infecting more people.
A slight breeze touched my face, bringing back memories of days before my father was infected. We used to have a nice house, with doors open that let the cool breeze gently flow in, and gardens filled with luscious colors of so many plants. But now my house resembled something like a horror movie. (saw or something like that)
It had blood stains, and smelt like death. My mother had been slaughtered, one of the many victims of the curse. She killed herself, controlled by the rath of the curse that always seemed to be lust for blood.
I started crying, remembering my mothers beautiful face. Her crisp brown hair, and her wild smile. But she turned, and I couldn't stop her. But she knew this would happen, and got me out in time. But not before my father had a whack at me. He banged and bruised me, but nothing to far. He was only just infected, and his heart wasn't fully taken over by hatred and vile.
Again the breeze touched me, taunting me of how I used to live. I saw something jump from a bush. Oh well. I'm not meant to live anyways. I cried and trembled, falling to my little girl knees. My hand touched the soft, moist grass. Tree leaves fell around me, and I almost blacked out.
I saw the thing again, and I realized it was a wolf. I let out one last sob, how ironic it was to end this way. I was a bloodied, abused five year old, killed by a wolf right after she finally made it out of her torturous house.
The breeze played with my tattered clothes, as if it didn't realize what was to happen.
I saw two yellow eyes poke out of the bush right in front of me. My heart squeezed, and my eyes closed. I was ready.
But the blow didn't come. No fangs bit into my dirty skin. Instead, it calmly came out of the bush. I was on my knees, watching as this beautiful creature slowly ascended from the bush.
It had black hair, except for its top back, that had gray silvery white hair. It was truly beautiful.
It circled me, looking at my torn body. Its yellow eyes paced up and down my face, inspecting all my cuts and gashes, some that were infected. It did what I thought would never happen.
"What happened to you, my child?" it asked. I looked at it in awe. Instead of ripping me apart, this majestic creature was taking pity on me. But I couldn't talk. My thought was to dry, and I was too scared.
I let out another sob, falling completely down. The animal came up to me, and lay down beside me. "You poor thing…" it said. "Did your… parents do this to you?" this time I was able to make out a soft nod. But it was enough. And it was all I could do.
She looked at me again, and licked a really bad and infected wound on my leg. There was a slight sizzling noise, and it disappeared. The pain that was momently there was lifted away and I felt calm.
She licked another wound, this was the new one that was still bleeding on my arm. The pain again lifted, and I felt better than I did in weeks. I fell asleep. The breeze ticking my smile.
I awoke in a clearing, and I forgot all that had happened. My eyes were in a blur as I looked around at the lush forest. The bushes sprang lively out of the ground, competing against each other of the filtered light. The trees were letting their leaves down, and the breeze picked them up and played with them.
I felt good, and saw that my skin was healed, dirty, but healed. The big wolf came over to me. She lay down beside me, and I got scared again
"It is ok, my child. Nothing will hurt you.(lol) I will protect you. Forever and for always" she said. She had a soft voice, and it reminded me of my mom. I gave one more look around, before getting up.
"Why are you helping me?" I asked in a wary little girl voice.
"Because I took pity upon you" she said getting up.
"Will I stay with you?"
"Where else do you have to go?"
That was true. I was out in the middle of nowhere, and I would soon die without the help of the wolf. She got up, and bent down
"Climb on. You are still too weak to walk. I will take you to a spring where you can be cleaned." She said. I threw my leg over her back, and staidly grabbed on to her gray main. Her fur was soft, and it felt good.
She rose, and started to walk. I didn't notice how big she was, until I was at least 4 feet of the ground. Then I realized she had grown!
I was swaying slightly, and the breeze yet again tugged at me. This was wonderful.
After a few minutes, we came to a little pond. It was clear water, and smelt like fresh air. I big smile came to my face; I would like to be clean.
She bent back down, and I slid off. I walked over to the pond, my short legs pounding. I dint have any shoes on, so I simply undressed, and jumped in. the water was colder that I imagined and I let out a happy cry.
The wolf slid a grin over her face, and then took a look at my tattered clothes, a little more than rags.
"I know a little place where I can get some clothes for you. Stay here, and wash. I will be back in 5 minutes."
I nodded my head. I liked the idea of fresh clothes. This was a really wonderful thing that was happening. I was safe, healed, and clean. And most of all I was very, very happy.
I took a look at the cool water. Small ripples came from it, and I dug my feet in the sand. I paddled around, enjoying myself to the max. I cleaned myself, and right before I was done, the wolf came back. In her mouth was a few sets of clothes, and a small bag I could carry them in.
I waddled out of the fresh water and took them. I dried myself with my old clothes, and slipped the new ones on. It was black kapries, with an army green shirt. I also had a black band that went around my waist. It matched my black and white hair. Did I tell you I have black hair, with three white stripes running from the left side of my head? And golden eyes, with ripples. A common trait in my cursed family.
I also got a pair of little ninja sandals, which fit me perfectly. I felt so nice. I was clean and I loved that.
A smile stretched across my face, and I engulfed the wolf in a huge. At first she seemed startled, but she liked it and loosened up.
Then a thought occurred to me. This wolf was doing me so many things, yet we didn't know each other names.
I looked at her, and spook my few first words
"My name is Sophie. What is yours" I asked
"My name is Kibeth." She said in a smooth voice.
I smiled. I liked that name.