Chapter 1
My First Friend
I was walking down the street one night after work, my raven hair fly around my face in the winter breeze. I had my hands curled up inside my hand me down jacket and my worn out jeans couldn't face off the bitter cold. The news guy told me it was going to be nine degrees tonight, but I had no choice. It was either Mr. Cold or my red faced boss.
Unfortunately, the ugly fates couldn't loosen their hold on my life line that night. Out of the shadowy alley to my right, three bulky demons appeared. Moonlight glinted off their evil grins sending shivers up my spine. I tried to run away, I really did, but they grabbed my shoulder, bruising it with little work. I screamed with all my worth, but it reached deaf ears.
At first I thought they might just end my misery, but that was to much to ask for. They tore off my shield to the cold, the wimpy wind breaker falling to the ground in a mess of cotton and plastic. Goosebumps ran down my arms, but I wasn't so sure it was from the cold. Before I could scream again, another pudgy hand attacked me, crushing my lips closed in silence. I struggled for what seemed for hours, kicking, punching, and even stomping. Of course my attempts were futile.
The talk about your life flashing before your eyes is nonsense to me. I saw my step father drinking cold beer and my mother crying in her room. I saw my little brother curled up under his bed his eyes blank and distant. I didn't really have a life to see. I spent my sixteen years avoiding my step father and soothing my mother into countless depressing slumbers. I watched my little brother wander bit by bit away from me and now I would never see if he ever came back to me. There was nothing I could do now, that is what I thought, before I stopped my pointless struggle and sobbed in my attackers' arms.
For a moment they seemed surprise and that is all it took. I didn't expect it, nor did I plan it, but it worked like a charm. I burst off into a full run, my years running past the finish line in track and running away from home finally paid off somehow. I ran till I felt my heart would burst, in the opposite direction of home. I didn't want them to follow me there, my family had enough troubles.
I knew the town like the back of my hand. I knew every hiding place, every nook and cranny to speak of. I knew our neighbors middle names to their distant relatives first names. I was street smart and knowing what to do was an uncanny talent of mine.
I ran to the safest place that came to mind, an old abandoned warehouse. You may not think it is safe, but it used to be home. The broken windows and empty boxes may not be a popular decorative choice, but they provide enough. I slipped through a hole in wall and my life of little food finally paid off.
The familiar darkness consumed me like a baby's blanket. Deftly, I looked around for a scrap of forgotten plastic and a cardboard box. The lettering on the front was fuzzy, but it was definitely large enough for a fridge, perfect for my slender form. Settling the plastic over the opening of the box like a curtain I built my shelter. It wasn't half bad, for a bunch of junk.
With a sigh, I slipped down and sat on a flat box. I didn't think my form could get any colder. Shiver after shiver ran down my spine in constant waves, bring more displeasure to my predicament. Forcing myself to ignore it, I pulled open my ever so handy back pack. I pulled two peanut butter sandwiches and a large bottle of water. Afterwards, I pulled out a towel sized blanket, the edges of the fabric coming apart. Without further hesitation, I wrapped it over my shoulders. It didn't do much to help.
I was so tired and my body ached from the run. I ate half a sandwich and took three sips from my water bottle before I dragged my bag into my shelter. Using it was a pillow and covering myself with a blanket, I fell asleep in my makeshift room.
Morning
Some how light entered the warehouse and roused my form my light slumber. I groaned as I sat up, my back ached from sleeping on concrete and my shoulder pain made me groan once more. I wasn't fit for walking.
Slowly, I crawled from my 'bedroom' and looked around to examine the warehouse. It looked much like it had before, boxes scattered about, extra plastic covering the floor, and how could I forget the mice? Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stood up pulling my bag with me. I stumbled somehow to the place where I sat last night and plopped down on it again. It was then I saw him.
I would have never noticed him if it weren't for the dust rising from the floor. I could hear his foot steps, just barely, hitting the concrete with grace. He was beautiful and majestic. He eyed me with those golden eyes and his silvery fur glinted in the dim light even if it was covered in dust. He made me think about all the jewels I would never wear and all the wonderful things I could never own. Then I noticed him looking at pack and I knew instantly what he wanted.
Hastily, I pulled the sandwich out of my pack and cautiously handed the morsel to him. He licked his lips and ate it hungrily, his strong muscles flexing underneath his tough skin. I knelt down on my knees and scratched his ears and spoke to what seemed the friendly dog, "Hi, my names Kagome," I laughed at myself and sighed, blinking back the tears, " I guess we could be friends for awhile, what do you say?"
Little did I know that it would become much more.
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