Pain and suffering often times finds its way to the least deserving of wolves. Humphrey just so happens to fit that description.

In a small place known as Jasper city, in a rundown neighborhood, living in a rugged and weathered house lived a young wolf by the name of Humphrey. An orphan from birth, Humphrey has spent a good portion of his in a foster center, being fostered twice before his current foster father took him in.

The first family to take him in seemed alright at first, Humphrey was happy that at least had somewhat of a family; at least that's what he thought. The parents wanted nothing to do with him, neglecting him in everything they did, often leaving him at home alone while they took their biological kids out to do fun activities. The kids themselves would pick on the poor cub and would go as far as to beat him. It was when the abused cub retaliated and fought back the parents decided to give him back to the foster center. That happened when he was six.

The next time he was adopted was at the age of eight. All he remembers from his time with them was that they loved to yell at him. He only spent a few weeks with them before they sent him to a military school, wanting to shape him into what they thought was perfect. However, when he returned he showed no change from when he left; the couple saw him as a lost cause and gave him back to the orphanage.

After that it seemed liked others just avoided the pup. For about a year after he got back none of the parents or the pups paid any attention to him. In fact it was like all the others intentionally avoided him and Humphrey didn't know why. They all used to be friends but suddenly they just stopped talking or playing with him, making him an outcast.

It took about a year until Humphrey made a new friend. When he was ten a new cub was brought to the orphanage and for whatever reason he took a liking into the younger gray wolf. When Humphrey asked why he cared the wolf replied "You looked lonely, and no one should be alone." That's how the friendship between Humphrey and McCabe began.

McCabe is a jet black wolf with crimson red streaks going down his sides, which wasn't something you saw everyday. McCabe was three years older than Humphrey but that didn't mean anything to them; they were inseparable. During middle school is when Humphrey first started getting bullied. A small group of wolves lead by their jerk leader Jordan made it their life goal to torment Humphrey. It was mostly small things but it still took its toll on the young gray wolf. He was lucky to have McCabe there who threatened to beat the shit out of them if they didn't stop, but that all ended the summer before Humphrey's freshman year of high school. Coincidentally, both him and McCabe were adopted around the same time. McCabe was adopted by a family from Washington and Humphrey from a local wolf. It was a hard time for Humphrey but it would only get harder.

In the weeks after being adopted Humphrey went through the worse abuse he had ever experienced. His foster parent, Phil, treated him like he was less than dirt. Barely feeding him, giving him less than adequate clothes, and the house itself was in shambles. That might have been bearable if it wasn't for Phil's drunken rages where he would beat Humphrey for doing literally nothing but being in his sight. Humphrey's life took a dramatic turn from bad to so much worse in only a few weeks, and he figured nothing could be worse.

Humphrey

My eyes opened from another night of sleep to the sound of my alarm clock going off, sighing deeply as the day I had been dreading was finally here. Turing off the alarm, I groaned in discomfort as I picked myself up from my bed, my body being soar. The bruises on my body were a constant reminder of just how shitty my life is, and how much I wished my life could be over.

It seems like there isn't a single wolf in my life, save for McCabe, who actually cares for me. My parents abandoned me before I could even crawl, leaving me at the will of others who have tormented me my entire life. McCabe was the only light in my world of darkness; he was my only friend and acted like an older brother to me. He protected me from bullies as best as he could and made sure that I was never alone. But nothing that makes me happy ever lasts long. He was adopted and taken far from here and I have no way of communicating with him, which left me alone with everything that wanted to hurt me.

When I was taken in by Phil I hoped that he would be different, that maybe he would be the one to actually take care of me and love me as a parent should, but I was so wrong. He is definitely the worst, making the others contenders for best foster parents ever. Phil was just a drunk abusive asshole who he assumed only fostered him for the extra cash he would get. How the wolf was able to actually to walk away with me is a mystery. But there isn't anything I can do about it, I just have to try and survive from day to day for now and hope the future will be better, though it doesn't seem like a possibility in my life. Nothing ever good comes from me, and it seems everything I do just brings me more pain no matter how hard I try. I have no friends that can lift me up, my family is a jerk who cares more about his alcohol than my wellbeing, and it just seems like the whole world is against me.

I walked out from my room and into the bathroom, stripping down and jumping into the shower. A nice hot shower always helps to soothe my bruises. However, a hot shower was not going to brighten my mood. The day I have been dreading all summer is finally here, my first day freshman year. I haven't been looking forward to it not because I hate school, I actually quite like learning, but because of the others who will be there. Jordan and his little gang also tried to find a way to torment me during middle school, but McCabe was usually there to stop them. Now I have no McCabe to protect me from his bullies, leaving me completely defenseless against them. As I turned off the shower I could only think of just how terrible this day is going to be.

I walked back into my room as I dried off, thinking of the one, and possibly only, thing that always seems to brighten my day. A she-wolf named Kate Roberts has been a crush of mine since I was in elementary but I never did anything about it. No one talks to me, there was no way the prettiest wolf in all of Jasper would even look at me.

I got ready, dressing in my usual bland clothes and jacket, and walked downstairs and up to the front door. I took a deep breath with a full mind. Most of my thoughts consisted of how terrible this day was going to be, but there was a part of me that thought maybe, just maybe, this will be the day my life turns around. It was that thought that pushed me to open the door and walk out into a world that hates me and no doubt would rather have me dead.

There you go, the first installment of the remastered version of Misery to a Good Life. I hope you enjoyed this introduction and hope you cant wait to read more.

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