Preface
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Kurt never thought he would be in this position - sitting on the forest floor, covered in dirt and blood. He never dreamed that a harmless walk could turn his life into such a complete jumbled mess that he didn't even know who he was anymore. And he most certainly would have never believed that he could feel so alone.
Alone. The word echoed in his ears again as another tear rolled down his cheek. A cool breeze shook the branches of the surrounding trees and Kurt pulled his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs. The action had nothing to do with the cold- he didn't get cold anymore- it was more to hold himself together and to try and stop the hollow aching in his heart. He would never see his friends or his Dad again. How could he? He was a freak. A monster. He didn't belong in a garage helping his dad or in a choir room with his friends; he belonged in a horror movie.
Kurt ignored the sound of his name being called by the police and his classmates. They wouldn't find him, and if they did he would be gone before he was seen. Kurt wished they would stop looking for him; all he wanted to do was curl up on the forest floor and not have to worry about evading search parties.
Kurt tensed as a new sound joined the others; an all too familiar thud thud-thud thud of paws hitting the ground, growing louder as each second passed.
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