Change Isn't Always a Good Thing
There's
a hole
Inside of me
it's so cold
slowly killing me-Kelly
Clarkson, Hole
Snip, snip.
There goes the hair. My hair. The hair that I spent my whole life growing is now lying on the floor.
Some might say that it's selfish to care so much about hair, but it was so much more than that. I close my eyes, remembering all the times Sam touched it, his fingers holding it like it was the most precious silk. Now all the hair is just an inconvenience, something that causes more fur to trip over.
'Change is good,' that's what they all told me, but it's not. Not this change, the change that leaves me boyfriendless, fatherless, bitter, the only female wolf, and without the long hair I loved.
It's not the hair I care about. The hair is just the breaking point.
I don't want change; I want everything to go back to how it was. I want to be wrapped in Sam's arms, to run my fingers through my long, silky hair, to never have to worry. But those times are gone.
Useless, like my hair now is.
This is not me.
But it is all that is left.
(A/N: Very short, I know, but I think it works.)