My first entry on this site...do whatever.
-JS
I felt my last breath escape from me, then there was darkness...
My dad gave me the name Louvel because I was born with sharp green eyes and a streak of salt and pepper gray hair above my left eye. I was his "little wolf." He was a tall french man with a head of wild gray hair similar to mine but cut short. An attempt at making his hair look tame. He was my papa wolf.
When my mother died, we were all devastated. She had been the cornerstone of the family. Since then my father has raised my sister Maurelle and I on his own. He tried to shield us from his moments of weakness, crying at night when we should have been fast asleep, hiding my mother's things in boxes under his bed, but we were very familiar with the pain he was in.
He must have been completely forlorn when he lost me as well.
It had been 8 years since my mother's passing. I was 20, a sophomore at the local college in our small town in northern Pennsylvania. I knew that I was an overachiever. I maintained very few good friends for this reason. My GPA was a consistent 4.0. This made my father very proud and that is what I cared about the most.
While I seemed to be a nerd to many people who surrounded me at school, my few good friends knew the real me. I was passionate about my guitar playing. Many nights I would go to small bars to play my acoustic. The tips that I made from these small gigs I used to buy my sister the things she needed. New notebooks and utensils for school, or sometimes just a few pieces of candy for her to snack on when she felt like it. Eventually I formed a band with a few of my friends, at first for fun, but then we started getting small jobs here and there.
One night after practice, I was making my way home, taking my usual route. I guess it wasn't much of a safe route in the first place. A lot of back alleys and dark streets. I turned a corner onto a street one block away from my house when I saw a homeless man approaching me. I thought he was drunk and coming to beg for a few dollars to buy more liquor. He was swaying from side to side walking quickly, mumbling to himself loudly, so I quickened my step to avoid an encounter. My attempt was in vain.
As I stepped into the light of the first street lamp on my block the strange man caught up to me. He grabbed my shoulder and swung me around. I almost screamed out loud at the sight of the two blood filled orbs staring at me wildly where normal eyes should have been. His face was contorted in a painful grimace as he pulled me closer to himself. I tried to pull away but his teeth, surprisingly long and sharp, sank into my shoulder. I screamed and pulled away. The strange homeless man fell to his knees on the pavement as I ran. In a last glance while clenching my shoulder and running for help at home, I noticed that the man had fallen flat on his face to the ground. I think he was...dead.