It was a moon-lit night as I wandered the streets of La-Push all alone I heard the howls of wolves but didn't get scared because I knew two things: one, they would leave me alone and two, I was going to die anyway so it didn't matter if they bothered me. I continued to walk I heard another howl closer this time I turned and not three feet from me was a giant wolf I looked at it it's eyes glowed in the night filled with anger and hunger. I looked it dead in the eye 'So this is how it ends' I thought to myself "I thought for sure that it would be the cancer but I guess not." I said aloud approaching the giant wolf I stood a foot away from him I could feel the cold wind blow my hair to the side it was like a scene from a movie. If I was going to die I would rather the wolf finish me off than the cowardly cancer that fouled up my lungs. I stood my ground and watched as the wolf readied itself to spring at me gathering its strength in its hind legs and finally flying at me I forced myself to look at my death and watched and it flew and landed behind me and then I felt it a man tackle me to the ground not saving me but attacking me. The wolf growled but the man was determined to keep me to himself I just stared blankly at the wolf and the man not scared and not courageous simply not caring how I died. The wolf lunged at the man and pinned him to the ground and tried to bite his throat he missed one, two, three times until he got him. The man did not bleed but broke into several pieces. "Alright you killed him is it my turn now" I asked not caring that a man just shattered into a million pieces. But the wolf looked too calm not he came to me and pressed his head into my palm and made me pet him then he stopped suddenly and ran. I guess it will be the cancer after all. I walked the streets some more letting flashbacks role through my mind the day my mom and dad got divorced, the day my mom started beating me, the day my mom and dad got back together, the day my dad realized my mom was hitting me, the day he told her to leave and never come back, the day we were told she was dead, the day we were told I had cancer, and finally the day I was told that I could not be treated. They didn't even tell me why they just said I couldn't be treated and then asked us to fill out some forms and leave. But I guess this is what I get for not telling people about my mom hitting me and burning smoke in my face, she was the reason this happened to me she was the one who smoked and purposely blew the smoke at me, she said if she was going to die slowly for the sake of smoking then so would I. I HATE HER. For the first time in a long time I cried right in the street. I finally got up and went home not even responding when my dad called me just going into my room and lying on the bed waiting for death to come.