My parents never really wanted me, I guess that's why they lay me there on the door step of the orphanage. It was a late winter night, the night I was born also the night I was given up.
The door bell rings. Mrs. Darlene answers the door to find me laying there quiet and asleep. She takes me in, and lays me down in my new bed, having the feeling of a weird disliking of me.
I only ended up staying there till I was five, never really being cared for, or raised up very well. I had no school experience. I knew how to read, that was on thing I loved to do. When I was being ignored as usual I would sneak out of the orphanage and go back into the deep woods and read. The woods made me feel home with the quiet and I didn't have to worry about anyone, but me.
So, the night I escaped. There was no bad weather it was actually a pretty nice night. Everybody had gone to sleep had gone to sleep fairly quickly. It was silent in the house; everything was still except the soft creaking of boards beneath my small feet. As I open up the old door to leave, I hear something behind me. It was a very bazaar sound, something I had never heard before. It was like a growl and a moan mixed together. I turn and freeze hoping the thing could not see me.
I see a human figure, and I start to become very nervous. It sees me and slowly starts walking towards me in a weird fashion. I push up even closer to the door as the figure comes closer. I can tell the pollution of darkness between us has become thinner because the figure stops and says, "Hello.", in a very young mans voice. That's when I darted out of the house and ran down the dirt road as fast as I could, to where ever it took me. I stop for a moment and glance back to see the figure standing there and watching me on the porch. Chills go down my spine just looking at him.
I ended up in a city, it was not a very big city or and small one. All day I would wonder the streets sometimes thinking about the person that night and wondering what would have happened if I had stayed. Would he have killed me? Would he have maybe been there to help me?
As I search through a dumpster for my dinner feast, I hear a growl. It sounds nothing like the one I heard at the orphanage, but I still turn in hopes that its him. I turn to an obviously starving dog. I'm probably in his territory. I find a huge turkey leg and throw it to him. He eats it in an incredibly fast speed. I find what I will need for the night. One thing about me was that I never really ate much, mostly because I barely ever got hungry.
As I walk slowly away to find a place to eat then sleep. I notice the dog is following me. I turn to tell him, "Sorry, buddy but your not getting any more. I've got a big day tomorrow." He keeps following me. I find an empty alley and the dog clearly feels at home with me. I sit down to eat and he curls up beside me and vastly falls asleep. He sure is a dirty dog. He has beautiful snowy fur that is more of a tan with all the mud and blood covering him. I notice he has a chip in his ear and slowly, without thinking I run my finger tips over the small chip. The dog looks up to me with sweet, sad eyes. It lays its head in my lap and i lay back and fall asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED…….
